Everyone in the capital knows that there is Chef Shen in Rouge Lane.
The bride died suddenly at the wedding banquet of the uncle's house, and she uncovered the real culprit with a dish; the longevity soup of the princess's house was harmful to people, and she let all the ladies in the hall see her death; the tribute minister went crazy at the deer's roaring banquet, and she made the examiner reveal himself on the spot with a bowl of soup.
Someone asked her: "You are a cook, why do you care about everything?"
Shen Zhiwei weighed the spoon and smiled: "I don't care about things, I only care about the food. Whatever is in the food, I will tell you."
No one knows that she is the daughter of Qin Tianjian who was executed ten years ago. A bowl of soup can make the difference between life and death, and a mouthful of food can taste the quality of life bones.
No one knew that she could taste everyone's life, but not her own.
Twelve pages of the heavenly book, twelve banquet tables, and twelve sets of life bones. The secret that her father risked his life to protect, the banquet that the Imperial Master wanted to throw at three hundred lives—all were in her spoonful.
Until the Jin Yiwei named Pei Yan blocked her door: "Shen Zhiwei, I will accompany you to investigate your father's case."
She tasted the food he cooked and frowned: "It's so salty. Okay, you can chop vegetables for me from tomorrow on."
