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As soon as I opened my eyes, I, Song Zhiyu, transformed into the lowest-ranking female flag officer of the Han army in the Qing Dynasty. He said that he would be unfavored and helpless, and die of illness silently in the palace, without even being able to get a name?
This time, her cooking skills were incredible, and a bowl of homemade noodle soup directly hooked the cold noodle Yongzheng's stomach! From then on, the decisive and decisive iron-blooded emperor turned into a pug. Not only did he ask her to cook every time, but he even liked to squat in the imperial kitchen waiting for food!
Song Zhiyu just wanted to cook quietly and live a stable life, and never wanted to engage in any womb fight.
Mou Zhen was eager: "The noodles made by my concubine are more delicious than delicacies from the mountains and seas!"
Zhiyu's face turned dark: "Cook your sister! If you keep eating like this, the imperial kitchen will really go on strike!"
You ask me why the emperor favors me alone? Oh, I conquered the Qing Dynasty's stomach with my cooking skills, and by the way, I conquered the heart of Yongzheng.
