The soup is boiling.
But she knew that the bubbles would only surge like this on the seventh day after death.
Gu Jiuwan opened his eyes and found that he had transformed from an imperial chef of the Tang Dynasty into a modern food blogger.
There was ridicule in the live broadcast room: The braised food is so salty that it can make pickles.
She casually grabbed a handful of green onions——
The saltiness, disappeared.
The barrage exploded.
The moment she closed her eyes, she saw a light golden mist floating on the ingredients.
That is "breath-taking", the memory of food, the obsession of the dead soul.
Deep in the soul, an old voice sounded:
"You are back, Your Highness Princess. Poison is about to start again."
She remembered that the palace was going to try a pot of "Songhe Yannian Soup" this afternoon.
The poison in that bowl of soup killed Concubine De three hundred years ago and also killed her.
Today, someone is taking action again.
A bowl of white porridge made the judges burst into tears.
An unopened dish saved a boy who had starved to death for ninety years.
A copper spoon reveals the secret of the "Ghost-Eating Chef Ranking"——
Her code name: Food Appraiser.
Her mission: to gather one hundred and four fragmented souls to uncover the real murderer from three hundred years ago.
But who are those hands with scars on their wrists?
