Once he traveled through time, Qiao Zhaoyu changed from a modern food blogger to a little palace concubine in the palace.
The original owner was angered and punished by the concubine and died because he added two extra pieces of ginger to a bowl of stewed sheep porridge.
Qiao Zhaoyu touched his head.
Make up your mind to escape and escape from the palace.
No amount of imperial power or wealth is as good as a plain bowl of soup.
It was not until five years later that the new emperor ascended the throne and granted amnesty to the world.
Seeing the opportunity, Qiao Zhaoyu wrapped up her clothes and ran away. The first thing she did after setting up a female household was to buy a shop and open a restaurant.
Water shield and seabass soup, five-flavor apricot cheese lamb, roasted pigeon with ginger sprouts, butter abalone, fresh goose bream...
No matter what the dish is, it's all at your fingertips.
There was a rush of diners rushing to and fro, and business was so booming that Qiao Zhaoyu's hands cramped even while counting the money.
Wonderful, wonderful.
The only flaw is that there are too many rotten peach blossoms.
A certain Jinwu guard general's face turned livid, he drew out his long sword, gritted his teeth and said: "... I will help Madam Qiao cut off the rotten peach blossom!"
Demining:
1. Make up a fictitious dynasty, please do not take it seriously.
2. Life in the city, opening a delicious restaurant, and not involving power struggles.
Intention: plainness is the truth