When she opened her eyes, Luo Qixia became a fire girl who was sold into the kitchen. The stove was cold and the rice vat was bottomed out. The chef in charge of the spoon sneered and threw the spoon: "If we can't make a dish that satisfies the governor today, everyone in the kitchen will lose their heads with him!"
She looked down at the "Chinese Millennium Cookbook" that appeared out of thin air in her hand and remained silent. The knife moved as he pleased, and the heat was as precise as carving into the bones and blood. A plate of mediocre assorted vegetarian dishes was filled with aroma that spread through half the street, causing the owner of the restaurant next door to abandon the stove and watch.
When the governor knelt down and begged her to take over the bidding for the imperial kitchen, when the envoys of the Jin Dynasty cried over a mouthful of Dongpo meat, when the officials in private clothes broke through the threshold of her small restaurant - the prince's mansion that had kicked her out in the past came to the door with an eight-carrying sedan chair and begged her to go back. Luo Qixia weighed the spoon without raising her eyelids: Wait until I stew the pot of Buddha jumping over the wall first.
