The late Eastern Han Dynasty. The realm was in chaos.
Liu Yi’s soul traveled through time to this era, and he became a lowly cook in Liu Bei’s army.
In this age of turmoil, warlords rose on every side, battles raged without end, and warfare ravaged the land. Human lives were as cheap as blades of grass.
The world outside was too dangerous. All he wanted was to keep his head down and live in peace.
But somehow, uninvited guests kept barging into the army kitchen.
Guan Yu: “Xuzhou is about to fall. What should we do?”
Zhang Fei: “Yuan Shu’s army is at the gates. What should we do?”
Liu Bei: “Lü Bu is unstoppable. What should we do?”
The company’s gone under. Where can we get free meals and drinks now?
So Liu Yi came up with a few clever plans.
He defeated Lü Bu, eliminated Yuan Shu, repelled Cao Cao, swallowed up Yuan Shao, annexed Liu Biao, and destroyed Sun Quan…
Years later,
Liu Yi’s name resounded from the mountain ranges to the shores of the sea.
Zhuge Liang: “Your wisdom is much like my own.”
Cao Cao: “The only heroes under heaven today are Liu Yi and me.”
Zhou Yu: “Why was Liu Yi born in the same age as me?”
Liu Bei: “Liu Yi is the equal of Jiang Ziya, who helped the Zhou dynasty last eight hundred years, and Zhang Zifang, who helped the Han dynasty last four hundred.”
Surrounded by his many wives and concubines, Liu Yi could only look helpless.
“My dear ladies, please trust me this once. Your husband is only a cook, truly no sage strategist.”
