In the Yong Dynasty, the imperial dining room hides murderous intent, and the delicacies set up a deadly trap.
Su Wan, the only heir to the intangible cultural heritage cold food, went into the palace as a slave incognito in order to overturn his father's unjust case of "poisoning and murdering his master".
She was born with pneumothorax synaesthesia, and she could identify dangers with one sip and solve conspiracies with just one spoonful.
No fighting for favor, no fighting in the palace, no love brain.
She only does one thing - solve crimes with food and wash away wrongs with taste.
Double Ninth Festival cakes silently harm people, Laba porridge hides murderous intentions, and flower cakes calm and confuse the harem.
Every strange case is bound to non-relict food customs;
Every trick is hidden in the food taboos.
Shen Ci, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, said: "I am impartial and selfless, I only believe in evidence, not ghosts and gods."
Until he met the handyman who could read human life from a piece of cake.
"You believe in ghosts and gods, I believe in food."
"Then I believe you."
Liu Shang, the god of cooking in the royal palace, has the power to eat in the harem, using the kitchen as a blade and the taste as poison.
She thought she could cover the sky with one hand, but she didn't know that someone used a spoon as a sword to unravel her twenty-year conspiracy.
The breath of food reflects the human heart, and the taste of food cuts off life and death.
This time, without relying on power or favor, only relying on human fireworks, the eternal injustice can be rectified.
The idea: A piece of rice hides evil and a spoonful solves strange cases.
In the imperial kitchen, she used hundreds of flavors as a blade to uncover the darkest secrets of the Forbidden City.