As the proprietress of Wan Lai Feng, the most famous restaurant in Beijing, I, Liu Rumei, have three secrets. First, I am actually as rich as anyone in the country, and opening a restaurant is just a hobby. Second, my cooking skills are poor, and the signature dish braised pork is made by the cook who was passed down from the royal chef. Three, there's a man locked in my cellar. It all started on a dark and windy night for a month. After closing, I went to the cellar to get some wine, and I stepped on a... Well, a man covered in blood. After he woke up, he forgot everything, opened his clear and stupid eyes, grabbed the corner of my clothes and called me "ma'am". I:? Sir, please go next door. As a result, when my well-informed cook saw it, he was so frightened that he almost threw away the spatula: "Boss lady! This, this is not Huo Qubing, the general who has been missing for three years... Huo Wushang?!" Good guy, I call him good guy. The legendary God of War, who was decisive in killing and able to stop children from crying at night, has now become a big amnesiac dog that only follows me, begging to be fed. "Madam, I'm hungry." "Madam, Wang Mazi from the restaurant next door is peeking at you again." "Madam, I want to eat braised pork tonight, and I want three bowls!" I looked at this man who helped me chop firewood during the day and could break the ancestral chopping board, and at night when he was sleeping, he could punch half the bed with a military fist and collapse it, and I fell into deep thought. Now everyone in the government and the public is looking for him, and the people of the prince and the third prince have turned the capital upside down. And I, a person with no strength to tie a chicken? Little boss lady, how can you hide this big Buddha without anyone noticing? Forget it, let's add two more spoons of sugar to his braised pork first. After all, the sky is big and the earth is big,
