From the Start, I Join the Jing’an Bureau and Survive the Chaotic Era with My Cooking

When Lu Yang woke up, he was in a dungeon belonging to the Jing'an Bureau, in the Great Cheng Dynasty.

In this era, the Northern Di invaded from the north and sea bandits ran rampant. The Jing'an Bureau specialized in arrests, assassinations, and intelligence gathering. An outsider of unknown origins like Lu Yang was imprisoned as a spy, with his life hanging by a thread.

His only way out was to join the Jing'an Bureau and go undercover at Baihua House, the biggest pleasure house in Linyang City, to investigate.

On the surface, it was a restaurant with a performance stage and endless sensual delights.

In secret, the Jing'an Bureau had sent two agents there. One went mad, and the other never came back.

A bloated corpse, hollow inside and fragrant all over, drifted up at the ferry.

A carriage with black curtains and no lights traveled through the back alley at night.

A gray-white ghostly figure gazed out from the east window on the second floor, night after night.

They didn't want a cook here. They wanted someone who could survive past fifteen.

But with one bowl of clear soup and delicate strands of white jade, Lu Yang stepped into Baihua House's deepest forbidden ground in a single night.

That night, a ghostly figure appeared at the window, but the golden bells made no sound.

Standing beneath the courtyard wall of Baihua House with a kitchen knife in hand, Lu Yang stared at the black window on the second floor, dark as a grave, and finally understood.

In this world, cooking could save your life.

It could also turn people into food.