Bianjing All in One Pot

Michelin three-star chef Shen Wei opened his eyes and found himself lying in a garbage dump in Bianjing City of the Song Dynasty. No gas stove, no refrigerator, no chili. There was no chili pepper in the Northern Song Dynasty. For a chef with a background in Sichuan cuisine, this is more devastating than the time travel itself. But Chenwei has been working in the kitchen for twenty years after all. From the leftovers in the garbage heap, he concocted a bowl of seafood porridge that made passers-by doubt their lives. When a dish of "Ma Po Tofu" without chili was served, people in the Song Dynasty cried - they had never been so shocked by a taste. The local snake who collects protection money was submissive by one of his dishes, and in turn he knelt down and begged to become his disciple. Kaifeng Mansion female detective Tang Xiaojiao dragged him to solve the food poisoning case. "I'm just a fool, what does solving the case have to do with me?" "Weren't you broken just now?" "That was a food safety incident, not a case!" An organization called "Wuweitang" secretly controls Bianjing's grain and spice trade. They target Shenwei not because he cooks well, but because he has a tongue that can taste any poison. From roadside stalls to palace banquets, from the streets of Bianjing to the mountains of Bashu - Chen Wei used an iron pot to influence the fate of an entire dynasty.