He Brought Poison Soup into the Hall, and the Anorexic Tyrant Downed Three Bowls

[Historical fantasy with a twist | Transmigration and food | Palace intrigue, but not as usual | Everyone becomes a fan | Lighthearted, beloved by all]

"The poisoned soup was taken to the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Lady Jiang not only delivered it, she chopped it up, stir-fried it on the spot, and added scallions..."

"The emperor drew his sword and killed her?"

"No! The tyrant, who'd been fasting for three days, polished off three bowls and licked them clean! He promoted her on the spot, skipping ranks, and even rewarded her with ten plump hens!"

Jiang Hui, a modern chef with three Michelin stars, transmigrates into the body of a low-ranking concubine in the Cold Palace, a scapegoat forced to deliver poisoned soup.

She has a food-luck System. Anyone who swallows her cooking has all their malice wiped away and instantly becomes a food-protecting warrior.

Too much scheming in the palace?

Jiang Hui sets up a massive iron wok: Palace intrigue can wait. It's time to eat!

The vicious consort sobs as she gnaws on braised pork: "Whoever dares touch my little sister Jiang's pork belly will have their head chopped off by my own hand!"

The shrewd Lady Zhaoyi clutches her bubble tea: "We'll split the profits fifty-fifty. I'll help you expand your delivery business across the capital!"

Even the cold, bloodthirsty emperor, who can't stand to eat, climbs over the wall and sneaks into the woodshed every night: "My beloved consort, is the roast duck ready? I'll work the bellows for you."

Years later, the court ministers are collectively on the verge of breakdown:

Where's the brutal palace intrigue we were promised?

Why is the entire harem, emperor and consorts alike, lining up every day to grab a number and fight over pork knuckles?!

Jiang Hui tosses her enormous wok and gazes coolly over the world:

"If a meal can solve the problem, don't waste my time while I wash the wok."