[Magic Chef + Gourmet Space + Exile + Cool Articles + Gourmet Fortune + Abuse of Scum + Double Strength]
A three-star Michelin chef dressed as a scapegoat was thrown into the exile car in the northwest by his scumbag father, and his back legs were bound to the food space.
Everyone said that being exiled was a life of narrow escape, but she turned the exile road into a gourmet route - soy milk and fried dough sticks for breakfast, hot pot skewers for lunch, milk tea and small cakes for afternoon. Even the escort officials rushed to serve as her followers.
The general guarding the gate bowed down for a bowl of braised pork, bandits lined up to serve as waiters, and the leaders of surrounding tribes brought cattle and sheep in exchange for a bowl of soup.
When the first restaurant was opened in the exile, from the border to the capital, the emperor sent eunuchs out of the palace overnight to grab the signature dishes.
The scumbag father's sister came to her door and wanted to get rich. She just threw out a bowl of chaffy vegetables and said, "Go back where you came from."
At night, her husband, a disabled general who was always cold, surrounded her by the stove and said, "Madam, I want to have some special late-night snacks."
