I Sell Barbecue in Xianyang, and Zulong Is Actually a Die-Hard Fan

Su Xun, the modern god of food, had a thousand-year dream and woke up in Xianyang after Qin unified the six kingdoms. He originally wanted to use his extraordinary cooking skills to open a small restaurant in this imperial capital, earn some comfortable money, and live a leisurely life free from worries about the world. Who knows that the script of fate has already been written. Not long after he opened the business, he accidentally saved the emperor's eldest son Fusu, who was suffering from a serious illness and whose life was hanging by a thread. This incident alarmed Xianyang Palace, and also caused his small and clean restaurant to crouching tiger, hidden dragon. A middle-aged man who calls himself "Lao Zhao", has sharp eyes and is domineering, has become a regular customer. He always worried about the country and the people at the dinner table, lamenting the lack of food and grass during the Northern Expedition to the Huns and the unavoidable miasma in the Southern Expedition to Baiyue. After Su Xun heard a lot, he casually gave some advice: "Potatoes are cold-resistant and sweet potatoes have high yields, which can solve the problem of military rations; penicillium sterilization and strong alcohol disinfection may be able to overcome the miasma in southern Xinjiang." Every word shocked "Old Zhao". Gradually, the restaurant's guests became more and more unfathomable. There is a peerless swordsman (Gai Nie) who is as silent as the abyss and has a commanding sword, a master of the Mohist family who talks passionately about Taoism, and even the cold and aloof alchemist of the Yin and Yang family, all become guests for a bite of delicious food. Su Xun traveled among them, using divine dishes that transcended the times, invisibly affecting the fate of the empire and the pattern of the world. Until that day, "Old Zhao" dressed in a majestic black water dragon robe, surrounded by thousands of warriors, came to the shop, pointed at a huge map of the world, and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Su, in this world, what should I use as a pot and what materials can I cook an eternal peace feast?" Su Xun held the spatula in his hand and was completely dumbfounded. I really... Just want to be a cook!