On his wedding night, the prince of an enemy country lifted his hijab, only to see a pair of hands holding a spoon and a knife.
"Princess?" He sneered.
I held out the sweet-scented osmanthus soup: "Your Highness, the hand of a cook can hold the world's stomach."
A bowl of soup can reveal people's hearts, and a wisp of smoke can reveal military aircraft.
They all say that beauty is a disaster, but they don't know——
Between the kitchen and the kitchen, you can also cook mountains and rivers, and determine the situation.
