The glazed tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony shone with a cold light under the early spring sun. Mu Qinghan held the gilded "State Food Supervisor" token given by the emperor. His fingertips touched the dust in the scratches, and he suddenly thought of the blackened iron pot from the Northern Cooking Team. At that time, he had just been drafted into the army from his hometown, carrying half a bag of wheat cakes made by his mother, and even cutting vegetables was scolded by the squad leader as "his hands are clumsier than his feet." Who would have thought that standing in the Jinluan Hall now, even the new emperor Zhao Heng would look at him with a cautious and trusting look.
