The Hu soldiers forced me to cook a pot of soup, threatening to behead me if it wasn't good enough. Luckily, a "kitchen poison master" named Xin Jifei lived in my head. With one spoonful of Sanhua light cream, plain water and assorted bones turned into a delicacy bestowed by the Eternal Heaven.
From Han slave to head chef, then cook for the main force of fifty thousand soldiers, I used modern "food tech and dirty tricks" to feed the entire Hu military camp.
Tule watched me, the shaman suspected me, and the food inspector tested my cooking with a silver needle, but no one could figure out what was going on.
Because it wasn't poison at all. It was food that gradually wore down the body with every bite.
With every bowl they ate, the Hu soldiers grew a little weaker, and my points went up a little. Keep my head down, add the ingredients, rack up points, and take charge of the main kitchen.
