Once in time, Meng Tang, the God of Cookery in his previous life, became an abandoned peasant woman carrying an oil bottle. The family is poor, the relatives are mean, and the engagement was almost broken off? Meng Tang rolled up his sleeves and relied on his god-level cooking skills to go from a roadside stall to the best restaurant in the world.
The days are prosperous, but troubles are coming one after another. Why does that powerful and cold-faced Chief Assistant always linger in front of her restaurant?
Until one day, he blocked the door, staring at her precious son who looked exactly like him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Whose child is it?"
Meng Tang raised his spatula and protected Zaizai behind him: "Mine! Is he related to you by half a copper?"
Lord Chief Assistant looked at the gleaming spatula and fell silent.
Later, everyone in the capital saw the cold-faced chief minister squatting at the door of the kitchen every day, holding a bowl and asking eagerly: "Madam, can I have some food today?"
