Food blogger Jiang Sui traveled through time.
Because he was extremely poor, in order to solve his livelihood problem, he found a job for himself: cooking in the canteen of Dali Temple.
There is a system and an iron rice bowl.
Who else!
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Everything in Dali Temple is good, but the food is not delicious.
Looking at the public chef who had no clear soup, and a group of officials whose faces were as pale as vegetables after being boiled by documents, Jiang Sui rolled up his sleeves:
The minced pork and eggplant are salty and fragrant with rice, and the braised pig's trotters are soft, glutinous and fragrant;
The chicken with pepper and sesame seeds is soaked in red oil, and your lips and tongue will be numb after one bite, and the aftertaste will be hearty;
The roasted duck is cut into slices with the skin on, first spread with sweet bean sauce, then wrapped in cucumber strips, and rolled into pancakes with scallions and white shreds...
Everyone in Dali Temple said: "Mother, the God of Cooking has descended to our public kitchen!"
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Everyone knows that Jingzhao Shaoyin Fu Wenzhou has a picky taste. He either thinks fish has an earthy smell, or mutton is too spicy. Even vegetarian dishes are tasteless and tasteless.
In short, I would rather go hungry than set foot in a public kitchen.
Unexpectedly, Fu Shaoyin, who is famous for being picky, has been coming to Dali Temple's public kitchen on time every day to eat.
The colleagues smelled the aroma and understood: "It's normal, the new chef Jiang is very good at his craftsmanship!"
Until one day, the clerk on duty saw it with his own eyes,
Fu Shaoyin, who was too lazy to use chopsticks even at the imperial banquet, actually rolled up his sleeves and helped Chef Jiang knead the dough. His usually cold brows and eyes reflected the stove fire, and he was unbelievably gentle.
Only then did everyone suddenly realize:
Fu Shaoyin didn't do it for food, he clearly did it for the cooks.
[Screenshot taken on 2025.9.17]
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