Shang Xiaren Is Still Stir-Frying Today

He transmigrated into the body of a disgraced crown prince and was sentenced to die by suicide. Shang Xiaren looked at the bowl of stinking, dead shrimp and reached for his Eighteen Techniques of Molecular Gastronomy. “Before I die, can I cook a meal?” The eunuch was stunned. The imperial chef fell to his knees. His father, the emperor, had come to deliver poisoned wine. He took one taste, his pupils trembling with shock, and revoked the decree that very night. Everyone thought he was just a chef. Until an enemy army of three hundred thousand surrounded the city. He carried a plate of “Shrimp with a Side of Heartbreak” up to the city wall. “I’m just cooking a meal. Why are you all running?”