At the last moment, Lin Zhiwei, the head of the food department, was the most prestigious female official in the palace. She was spooning soup with her slender hands, and her "Snowy Xia Soup" attracted the Queen Mother's praise. The next moment, she was demoted to the imperial kitchen of a servant for the crime of "eating poison" and became a fire-making girl who could not even touch the oil pan. In the past, sisters looked on with cold eyes, and in the past, enemies added insult to injury. Everyone was waiting to see how she would lose all her pride and scribble her whole life beside this greasy and dirty stove. Lin Zhiwei rolled up his sleeves, weighed the fire stick in his hand, and smiled. So what if someone framed me? So what if you hit rock bottom? As long as she has a stove in her hand and a recipe in her heart, she can fight her way out! There was a mixed crowd in the imperial dining room, but she conquered everyone's hearts with a "full hall of gold and jade"; the concubines in the harem were jealous, so she turned things around with a "flower blooming wealth" banquet; the former party was in turmoil, and she used her superb cooking skills to firmly lead the nine-five-year-old who visited incognito and disguised as a fussy guard to her stove. At first, the man was just greedy: "Your cakes are interesting." Later, he watched her calmly arrange the cakes amidst the fireworks, and he could not hide the admiration in his eyes: "My country lacks a confidant who can master the taste." From the fire girl to the head of the imperial kitchen, to the famous doctor Guanglu who created history, Lin Zhiwei proved one thing - the sharpest weapon in the world is not a sword, but human fireworks.
