[No CP, daily warmth, no Machiavellian tactics]
Time traveled.
Dressed as a maid in the palace of Qin Dynasty.
Lin Ji looked at the First Emperor in front of him, who was less than thirty and had frightening dark circles under his eyes, and had only one thought in his heart:
Ancestor, are the meals of your Qin Dynasty meant for people to eat? ? ?
She didn't dare to spoil the story, didn't dare to open the cheat code, and didn't dare to change history.
She only dares to do one thing - secretly improve the recipe.
So——
"Your Majesty, this mutton is not sour. I have marinated it."
"Your Majesty, you must finish tonight's soup, otherwise your neck will hurt again tomorrow."
"Your Majesty..."
"Shut up." The First Emperor put down the bowl, "Have another bowl."
This is the story of a little girl from the 21st century who, with a pot, a bowl of porridge, and a lonely spirit, raised an emperor through the ages to become a "food worker".
No censorship, no palace fights, no unfavorable and refreshing writing.
There is only a warm daily life between an ordinary modern girl and the "ancestor".
