Su Nian'an, a 22nd-century culinary goddess, transmigrated one day and inherited a little restaurant on the verge of closing down.
The restaurant was in a prime location, directly opposite the Court of Judicial Review.
Faced with an empty dining room and vicious creditors, Su Nian'an rolled up her sleeves and won over the stomach of Xie Wujiao, the capital's notorious “Living King of Hell” and Assistant Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, with a bowl of plain noodles.
From then on, the cold-faced official became her number-one regular. The ruthless clerks came every day to fight over the staff meals, and the aroma wafting through the archives was no longer the smell of blood, but of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
Later, the heir to the Duke's estate, Xie Wujiao's chief political rival, came bearing ten thousand taels of gold to beg for a bowl of crab roe tofu.
Xie Wujiao sent him packing, then turned around and locked the door of Su's Restaurant. He cornered the little cook in the kitchen, his eyes red-rimmed.
“Niannian, my stomach hurts.”
“Today... can you cook just for me?”
