Lin Xiaoguan's life plan is very simple: become the master of the imperial kitchen, study the most delicious dishes in the world, save enough money to leave the palace and open "Lin's Private Kitchen", and reach the pinnacle of life. Once she became a small cook in the imperial kitchen, she worked diligently and conscientiously, and with her superb cooking skills, she was finally appointed as the palace chef. Good news: promotion, salary increase, personal seal from the emperor, and reaching the pinnacle of your career! Bad news: The imperial dining room is not a kitchen, but a Shura field. The aunts in the Shangshi Bureau are hiding their knives in their smiles, and the tastes of the ladies in each palace are as good as metaphysics. The most terrifying thing is that the new emperor has succeeded to the throne and the treasury is empty. Even if you want to jump over the wall, you have to file a report to apply for a budget. Lin Xiaoguan (tired and wiping away tears): "I'm just a cook, why do I need to know about palace battles and financial statements!" What made her even more troubled was Shen Du, the commander of the Imperial Army. This person is selfless and cold as ice. He shows up in the imperial dining room on time every day just like clocking in for work. He is euphemistically called "testing poison", but in fact he is more cunning than anyone else. "Today's fish belly was a bit too old." "This soup was not cooked well." "The dessert is too greasy, Shang Shiling's taste needs to be improved." Lin Xiaoguan (holding a kitchen knife): "... You can do it!" Shen Du looked at her expressionlessly: "If I take action, you will be unemployed." Lin Xiaoguan: "?" I thought my days would be spent in a battle of wits with my picky boss (and number one eater), until one day, Lin Xiaoguan smelled a smell that was not food in the spices sent as tribute from the Western Regions. A huge conspiracy against the imperial power quietly unfolded in the vivid and fragrant imperial meal. When a kitchen knife meets a butcher knife,