｜Food Tyrant × Innocent Wolf Dog Regent｜
｜She fed the whole court's stomach with delicious food, and he used his sword to carve out a new road for her｜
Wen Tinglan, the chief R&D chief of the 24th Century Catering Group, King of Rolls, died from overwork and became an abandoned concubine in the cold palace. She was also bound to a [Shit Luck System] - the rewards are all random, but she can always hit the right one.
Facing this dynasty where the cooking was rough and the nobles were tortured by the "palace banquet fattening", she spread her hands and smiled: professional counterpart, dimensionality reduction attack.
At first, she just wanted to use a bowl of sour plum soup to find a way out.
Later——
The anorexic little princess squatted outside the palace gate: "Mother, are there any puddings today?"
The insomniac Queen Mother knocked on the door: "Girl, has the sleep-aid milk been warmed?"
Even the emperor who had given her the white silk pled dumbly: "My headache... Only your fish head soup can cure it."
Wen Tinglan lowered his head, glanced at the pepper seeds and the "Guide to Greenhouse Planting" that had just been picked up by the system, and silently tightened his apron.
Until the night of the palace banquet, she bumped into the legendary regent Si Heng, who was violent and sinister.
The man tasted a new dish on her plate, his ears were slightly red but his face was cold: "... It's acceptable."
Later, he climbed over the wall of her small kitchen every night, threatening "not to cook for others" while secretly helping her eliminate the Sixth Palace conspiracy.
Until that day, he pressed her against the corner of the dining room, his breath hot but his eyes clear:
"They all want your food... I just want you."
"This dynasty is too dirty and not worthy of you. We destroyed it, and I will build you the biggest kitchen, okay?"
Concept: Cooking and being a person are both delicious and delicious.