After Nan Yiyan was destitute in the cold palace at the beginning, he was bound to the Chinese food system when he was about to die.
A portion of millet and pumpkin porridge whetted the hunger-striking Queen Mother's appetite.
Seeing that the state banquet was about to come, the princess of the enemy country was making things difficult, and the imperial chef was at a loss what to do.
She brought out a bowl of spicy boiled meat slices. The delicious food made the entire palace speechless, and the princess of the enemy country immediately fell to her knees.
The emperor's eyes were blazing: "My dear concubine, how much more have you hidden from me?"
The imperial concubine, who had always looked down on her, knocked on her palace door in the middle of the night with red eyes: "Sister, that bowl of pickled pepper and chicken feet that can make people feel better, can you give me another plate?"
When she promoted Chinese cuisine, the system asked: "Will she return?"
The arrogant emperor who always came to have dinner blocked me in the royal kitchen and said in a hoarse voice, "Stay here. I will give you half of my kingdom to cook."
