Entering the Palace with Poisonous Soup, the Anorexic Tyrant Drank Three Bowls in a Row

[Imagination from ancient sayings | Time-travel delicacies | Gongdou's anti-routine | All members are really fragrant | Qingxi group favorites] "The poisonous soup was sent to the Yangxin Palace?" "Back to the imperial concubine, Jiang promised not only to deliver it, but also to stir-fry and add chopped green onion on the spot..." "The emperor drew his sword and killed her?" "No! The tyrant who went on a hunger strike for three days fucked her three bowls in a row and licked the bottom of the bowl clean! She was promoted to a higher rank on the spot and was rewarded with ten big fat hens!" Jiang Hui, a modern three-star Michelin chef, pretends to be a succumbed little boy who serves poisonous soup in a cold palace to take the blame. With her food transport system, anyone who swallows her food will be completely free of evil intentions and transform into a food-protecting god of war on the spot. Are there many schemes in the palace? Jiang Hui held up the big iron pot with her backhand: "Fighting in the palace is not as good as cooking!" The vicious imperial concubine cried and ate the braised pork: "Whoever dares to touch Sister Jiang's pork belly, I will chop him up with a knife!" The shrewd Zhaoyi held the pearl milk tea and said: "50-50 split, sister will open takeaways all over the capital for you!" Even the cruel emperor who was anorexic and bloodthirsty climbed over the wall and went into the firewood shed every night: "My beloved, is the roast duck ready? I'm here to blow the bellows for you." A few years later, the former ministers collectively collapsed: What about the cruel palace fight that was promised? Why are the entire harem, including the emperor and his concubines, queuing up every day to get numbers and grab elbows? ! Jiang Hui tilted the big iron pot and looked at the world coldly: "If the trouble can be solved with a meal, don't delay me from washing the pot."