The most proud thing in Yu Minglan's life is to make Jinzhai's sauced pork head meat in Shanghai Paramount in Shanghai.
After tasting her chestnut roast chicken, the comrade in the top hat nodded: "Comrade Minglan, the organization needs you to pick up the spatula again and approach the enemy commander."
She wiped her hands neatly, her eyes sparkling: "It's time to wait for the mission! I play the role of cook every day, and my gun hand almost only remembers to shake the spoon."
Three years later, a mysterious curse spread among the Japanese military headquarters——
Any officer who has eaten "Sister Yu's private dishes" will always talk in sleep, suffer from diarrhea and collapse.
Comrades in the base area love receiving "pickle jars" the most: "Sister Minglan's pickle jar... There are intelligence and guns hidden underneath!"
