Su Wanwan, a woman who fought her way through the imperial kitchen with a spatula. When the new emperor ascended the throne, she was promoted to the position of palace chef and took charge of the Shangshi Bureau. Everyone in the palace said that Miss Su was afraid that her ancestral grave would catch fire and her fortune would be ruined. Only Su Wanwan knew how hot this wealth was. The old ministers of the previous dynasty relied on their old age and waited to see her laugh; the imperial concubines in the harem were difficult and picky; one day they thought the fish was fishy and the next they thought the soup was bland; Su Wanwan: Thank you for the invitation, no cue, I just want to work on my career quietly. The price of success is to get sucked into a deeper whirlpool. Until she bumped into the cold-faced King of Hell - the commander of the Forbidden Army, Lu Yan. At first, Commander Lu watched her swinging a spoon and playing with a knife, his eyes were half cold and half disdainful: "Fine fists and embroidered legs." Later, the soldiers under his command ate Su Wanwan's improved military rations, and they all became more powerful and more powerful in combat. Lu Yan: "..." There is something. Later, the enemy's spy was hidden in the palace, and Su Wanwan found out the mole with just the spices in a dish. Lu Yan (pupil earthquake): "Who are you?" Su Wanwan weighed the spatula in her hand and smiled enigmatically: "Just an ordinary gourmet." From the imperial kitchen to the border battlefield, from spatulas to military rations, she fed the soldiers' stomachs with dishes after dishes, and also quietly filled the heart of a certain iron-blooded leader. Small Theater: One day, Lu Yan came to have dinner again. Looking at the table full of delicacies, he pondered for a moment: "Ms. Su, now we are surrounded by foreign enemies and the military situation is raging. You and I must work together." Su Wanwan: "So?
