In the year when Atan entered the palace, the family was wronged, Grandpa was imprisoned, and the family's honor and disgrace hung on a thread. She went from being a pampered noblewoman from an aristocratic family to becoming the lowest-ranking cook in the imperial kitchen, living with oil fumes all day long. Everyone thought she was just trying to survive, but no one knew that what she was holding in her hands was a list of loyal and good people from her father's old subordinates who had worked hard to deliver it to the palace. A small kitchen knife and a warm spoon are her weapons. The deep palace is her battlefield, and the delicacies are her secret messages. Today, three more lotus seeds will be put in the lotus seed soup of the imperial concubine for the purpose of "the meeting of the three ministers." Tomorrow, one less plum petal will be painted on the plum blossom soup cake of the empress to "wait for the opportunity." A "playing with dragons and phoenixes" means messages hidden in the belly of the fish, which need to be delivered to loyal ministers under the eyes of the emperor; a "hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix", the order of the dishes is the latest ebb and flow of the power of the factions in the court. She wandered between the love and hate of the harem and concubines, and dealt with the suspicion of all forces. The eunuch who was known for his ruthlessness always stared at her with a smile but not a smile: "Sishan Wen, how come this dish tastes so different in our family?" The powerful young general always knocked on the door of the imperial dining room late at night, just for a bowl of Yangchun noodles she made, with a heavy look in his eyes: "Who are you?" A'tan just smiled lightly and handed over a bowl of hot soup: "Sir, it's cold, drink the soup to warm yourself up." What warms the body is what warms the body, what matters is the heart, and what matters is the world. Career story. The heroine is dedicated to her career. There is no CP or the CP is career.
