Once through time, Chen Ling became a maid in the cold palace.
The monthly salary was deducted and the food was rotten.
The former Michelin chef looked at the bowl in his hand, his soul trembling: Even dogs won't eat this!
As a result, something was wrong with Leng Gong's painting style——
She accurately found the freshest "wild vegetables" in the imperial garden and transformed broken earthen pots into magical "heat-concentrating pots".
The sweet potatoes are roasted in a charcoal pot, and the leftovers are boiled into golden soup.
At first it was just to feed myself, but there was always excess fragrance, quietly slipping through the cracks in the broken windows.
Then, she had more and more "rice partners":
First, there was the down-and-out little prince who always "passed" outside the window during meals, his eyes rounder than bowls.
Then Mrs. Lin, who is said to have been crazy for ten years but has an extremely vicious taste, accurately commented: "The heat is less than three points."
Later, even the most serious housekeeper would "accidentally" give her half a basket of charcoal.
Until the Winter Solstice banquet, a dish of "boiled cabbage" stumped the imperial dining room.
When the new emperor was furious, a thin but clear voice came from the corner:
"Father... I know that Leng Gong has a sister who can make delicious soup."
Mission: Healing people's hearts with delicious food