My name is Qin Buyu, and I have three goals in life: to eat enough, to save money, and to live until I leave the palace. For this simple ideal, I entered the imperial dining room, thinking that I would have the iron rice bowl of the royal family, and I would have no worries about eating and drinking from now on. As a result, I discovered that what was in this bowl was not rice, but life. Li Guiren wanted to regain her favor, so her bird's nest soup contained more spices than usual that no one else knew. It was the smell of the emperor's favorite epiphyllum in the imperial garden. When Zhang Meiren was about to fall out of favor, her white fungus soup was silently missing some vitality-boosting herbs, which made her sick just right and lovable. And when the late night snack of the Forbidden Army commander changed from a simple bowl of Yangchun noodles to a bowl of powerful Shiquan Dabu soup... I, an ordinary helper, smelled something wrong. This imperial dining room is not a kitchen, it is clearly a Shura field! The chefs who cook the dishes are all talented people, and there are eight hundred tricks hidden in one dish. Who forms an alliance with whom today, and who plots against whom tomorrow, are all reflected in the menus and plates of delicacies. I am just a little transparent person responsible for washing vegetables and cutting meat, but because of my good memory and my sharp nose, I was forced to be involved in a huge conspiracy. Looking at more and more weird combinations on the menu, I fell into deep thought: should I pack up and run away overnight, or should I use my spatula to cook a "Hongmen Banquet" for these gods-fighting bosses to decide their fate? Forget it, you can't escape by running. After all, the bowl of practice wine prepared for the rebel leader belongs to me.
