[Female Channel], [Not Shuangjie, Not Shuangjie, Not Shuangjie], [Food], [Baby]
My name is Shen Zhiwei, the Chinese chef of a modern five-star hotel. I was smiling professionally in front of the Michelin judges. The next second, I was transformed into Liu Cairen who was demoted to the cold palace in a kitchen accident.
The beginning is hell mode: Leng Palace.
Leftover soup, two sallow and thin loyal servants.
And... I touched my lower abdomen and it was very good. It also came with a two-month supply.
Big "surprise gift package"
Want to torture a top chef with rotten rice and rotten dishes?
Sorry, this is simply a provocation to my professional dignity!
No pot?
The crock pot can also be used as a casserole!
No seasoning?
There are enough tubes of oyster sauce and soy sauce in my "portable kitchen space"!
Lack of food?
Then let the fragrance of beggar's chicken fill the cold palace, and let the plum blossom soup cakes bloom in winter.
I thought I could keep doing this until I gave birth safely, until one night late at night
The emperor, who was attracted by the aroma of "Baxiagong" hot pot, followed the smell and found his way to the door. He looked at the tumbling soup pot, and I looked at him.
He asked: "What kind of magic is this fragrance?"
I replied: "Your Majesty, this is not magic, it is science. And your saliva will drip onto my hairy belly."
Since then, I have added a VIP customer who is the most difficult to deal with in my diners list.
——The current emperor.
My story of survival in the cold palace has been officially upgraded to a fantasy adventure of "defeating the emperor with delicious food and having a baby by the way."
