The night before my sister-in-law entered the palace, she cried and begged me to marry the legendary fourth prince, who was cold-faced and cold-hearted.
I held the half-embroidered mandarin duck handkerchief and thought: It's okay, since I'm good at cooking, the food in the palace should be good.
After I got married, I found that the prince went out with a straight face every day, but when he returned home, he always found himself in the kitchen.
Today I secretly eat my pickled spicy cabbage, and tomorrow I take away my freshly roasted chestnut cake.
Until one day, I was hiding behind the stove and heard him seriously giving the housekeeper:
"If the princess asks, just say that the king is discussing matters in the study."
"And... The newly made sweet-scented osmanthus cake, leave two pieces for me."
