The cutting board is his battlefield and the kitchen knife is his weapon. His name is Li Dao, a "God of Cooking" who is obedient in the eyes of the Japanese, but secretly, he is the sharpest knife in the enemy's heart.
Tonight, there will be a feast in the military camp. The top brass of the imperial army gathered together, drinking and drinking, waiting for Master Li to present his ultimate masterpiece. But they don't know that every delicacy hides murderous intent; every drop of wine brews revenge.
When the bell rings, the hands of the chef's pocket watch are heading towards the end. Is it arsenic? Was it a gunshot? Or the fire that perishes together? This will be the last meal for the Japanese, and will Li Dao be the only one to see him off?
