"The Little Chef in the Imperial Kitchen Has Lost Her Taste"
Others rely on their tongues to eat, but I rely on my nose to solve crimes!
Shen Zhiwei, the daughter of the former royal butler, once her family changed, her spiritual tongue stopped working.
She set up a stall when others failed, and relied on her incredible sense of smell to spread the porridge into a chain store.
Until she discovered: her father's unjust case, the secret porcelain in the kiln, and the down-and-out scholar who always came to have a meal...
Why did a spoonful of porridge stir up the turmoil in the capital?
The tip of my tongue is lost and my career is on fire. Isn't this plot wrong?
