Transmigrated to the Imperial Kitchen, I’m Being Fought Over by the Emperor!

Overnight, I transmigrated into a palace kitchen and became a little cook anyone could bully. The harem is a battlefield for the emperor’s favor. The consorts resort to poisoning, framing, stealing food, and taking credit. Their tricks never end. I smile faintly: Want to harm me? First ask whether my spatula agrees! The aroma of spicy hotpot fills the air for miles, making the emperor stop in his tracks; Delicate pastries melt in your mouth, winning the ruler’s heart; Medicinal dishes restore the emperor’s health, until His Majesty can’t do without me. A consort sneers, “A lowly cook dares to set her sights on the emperor?” I simply serve up a dish, and the emperor immediately stands up for me: “Who dares lay a hand on my woman?” From then on The imperial kitchen becomes the most cutthroat place in the harem. With my cooking skills, I crush villains, dish out face-slapping, and secure my place as the emperor’s favorite. The consorts compete for his favor with their beauty. I do it with my cooking, and I win every time!