A bowl of noodles mixed with scallion oil made the cold noodle King of Hell move my heart.
Chen Yu, the most insignificant little cook in Zuixianlou, was born with the constitution of a koi carp - the more unlucky she is, the more miracles she will do. Cutting your hands and bleeding can make the brine fresher, and knocking over the sauce jar can synthesize fairy sauce. The kind where God chases and feeds you.
Xiao Heng, the king of Chen, had great military exploits but was poisoned by a strange poison. He had no taste for three years and everything he ate was like chewing wax. When I was extremely hungry, I strayed into a back alley, and a bowl of noodles pried open my dusty sense of taste and my frozen heart.
"Average." He finished the entire plate without expression.
"Then don't eat it." "... Have another bowl."
She thought he was just a picky eater, and he thought she was just a decent cook. Until the iron box from her waist fell, revealing the shocking life story of being abducted fifteen years ago, until he chased his wife thousands of miles away and said the words "I love you" under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
From a bowl of noodles to a lifetime of love, from the back alley to the palace, when the little koi cook meets the arrogant cold noodle king...
"Your Highness, do you have a stomachache?" "Yes." "I cooked porridge."
"Your Highness, did you pass by the kitchen again?" "... I am on inspection."
"Your Highness, can you tell the truth?" "——You are my only antidote."
This is a story about healing the palate with delicious food and melting the ice with sincerity. Sweet and sour, it hits the head in one bite. It is suitable for reading before going to bed. It has an excellent sleep aid effect - because you will be too sweet to fall asleep.
