He traveled through time and became a deposed prince, who was given the task of committing suicide.
Shang Xiaren looked at the pot of smelly dead shrimps and took out the Eighteen Styles of Molecular Cuisine with his backhand.
"Before you die, can you let me cook a meal?"
The eunuch was stupid.
The imperial chef knelt down.
The father who came to give the poisoned wine took a sip, his pupils were shaking, and he revoked the imperial edict overnight.
Everyone thought he was just a cook.
Until the enemy's 300,000 troops came to the border, he walked up to the city with a plate of "shrimp and pig hearts"——
"I'm just going to cook a meal, why are you running away?"
