Transmigrated into a Book, I Slack Off and Raise a Workaholic Chief Minister with Good Food

After transmigrating into the cannon-fodder first wife of the Grand Secretary, she had barely opened her eyes when the “Virtuous Wife Model System” threatened her: “Get up and weave thirty feet of cloth this instant, or you’ll be electrocuted to death!”

Su Li, a Michelin-starred chef who had died from overwork in her previous life, sneered and promptly fried up a pan of golden, crispy youtiao, then stuffed them into the mouth of her frail, workaholic husband.

[Ding! The male lead’s energy for studying has recovered. Support mission complete!]

Su Li had an epiphany: As long as I don’t push myself, my husband will be the one working himself to the bone!

From then on, everything went completely off the rails. Her awful aunt-in-law came over to steal food? Su Li locked the door and ate it all right in front of her, making the relatives stamp their feet in rage. Her husband’s obsessive-compulsive tendencies kicked in when he saw crumbs? Su Li lounged in a rocking chair and watched him blush as he obediently recited Lessons for Women while wiping the table and picking up sesame seeds.

While other women who transmigrated were fighting over husbands and scheming for favor, she became the richest woman in the Great Feng dynasty by taking it easy and cooking.

And why was the Grand Secretary, who should have been ruthless and obsessed with rules, now tying on an apron the moment he returned from court, asking her humbly, “My dear, would it be all right if I added two eggs to your noodles tonight...?”