The Wicked Chef: Exiled to the Frontier, She Leads Her Good-for-Nothing Family to Glory

[Farming + Borderlands + Food + Pocket Dimension + Face-Slapping]

A fiery big sister has just transmigrated into the new bride of a family of upright scholars, and before she can enjoy even one day of comfort, the entire clan is confiscated and conscripted as military households.

She thought the men of the Yan family could hold up half the sky, but it turns out they’re all spineless bookworms who, even when soldiers steal their food, can only complain tearfully that it’s “beneath the dignity of a scholar”!

Soldiers come to steal their iron pot?

Her pedantic father-in-law gets beaten up and can only quote military regulations.

An officer withholds their life-saving grain?

Her crybaby brother-in-law can only hug his poetry collection and weep.

Lin Jinhua laughs in disbelief. Rely on this pack of fussy scholars?

She’ll handle it herself!

She kicks the wooden door to pieces, grips a massive black-iron cleaver, and roars, “You dare touch my pot? I’ll chop off your hands and serve them as drinking snacks!”

“Ding! The [Glutton’s Pocket Dimension] has been activated!”

From then on, Lin Jinhua uses spirit spring water to cleanse her body with one hand and farms in her pocket dimension with the other. A single iron pot keeps 300,000 rough-and-tumble men on the border fed.

Under her double regimen of “sticks and good food,” she toughens up these spineless men:

Her pedantic father-in-law puts down the Book of Rites and becomes a fearsome political instructor, standing on the general’s platform and “brainwashing” the entire army with razor-sharp classical prose.

Her crybaby brother-in-law puts down his poetry collection and becomes the borderlands’ top quartermaster, using his abacus to investigate corrupt officials until they’re stripped bare.

Her sickly husband drinks spirit spring water, recovers from his chronic illness, and becomes a white-robed, cunning military strategist who doesn’t bat an eye while wiping out enemy troops.

At night, the decisive strategist blushes to the tips of his ears as he gently rubs her wrist, sore from tossing the wok. “My lady, I used a plan to capture three more cities today. Could you add two extra pieces of duck blood to tonight’s spicy hot pot?”