(No romance, cozy everyday life, no power struggles)
I transmigrated.
I became a palace maid in the imperial kitchen of the Great Qin palace.
Lin Ji looked at the First Emperor, who was not yet thirty but already had terrifyingly dark circles under his eyes, and could only think:
Great Ancestor, is the food in the Qin Dynasty even fit for humans to eat?
She didn't dare reveal the future, use a golden finger, or change history.
There was only one thing she dared to do: secretly improve the recipes.
And so:
“Your Majesty, this mutton isn't gamey. I marinated it.”
“Your Majesty, you have to finish your soup tonight, or your neck will hurt again tomorrow.”
“Your Majesty...”
“Be quiet.” The First Emperor set down his bowl. “Bring me another.”
This is the story of a young woman from the 21st century who, with a pot, a bowl of porridge, and a heart full of courage, turns an emperor for the ages into a devoted foodie.
No romance, no palace intrigue, and no overpowered wish fulfillment.
Just the warm everyday life shared by an ordinary modern girl and that “Great Ancestor.”
