A three-star Michelin chef disguises himself as a maid in the cold palace to set fire to, and the whole palace is waiting to see her poison the deposed Queen Mother. She brought a bowl of Buddha Jumping over the Wall and went in. The Queen Mother ate it and cried. The Queen Mother said on the spot: "Anyone who dares to stop her from cooking will be in trouble with the Ai family."
From then on, the Leng Palace stove became the safest place in the palace. She relied on her hands to cook all the way from the fire girl to the royal kitchen. Others used swords to solve crimes, but she used chopped green onions and silverware. She could tell when someone had tampered with the bottom of the pot when she took a taste. The medicine and food were incompatible, and she could dismantle the imperial hospital's murder recipe just by smelling it. The poison you gave is a ten-year-old formula, and she can tell you the year of production with just a touch of her tongue.
But she offended someone she shouldn't have offended. Wang Dequan held the tea with a smile: "Miss Shen, the Queen Mother asked you to deliver this bowl of ginseng soup in person." Shen Zhi took it and smelled it - Chuanwu, a trace amount, drinking it will not kill you but it will shut you up forever. She was halfway carrying the soup when a hand with sharp bones stretched out from the darkness and stopped her.
"Don't drink." The seventh prince, Jamel Xiao, walked out of the shadows. His face, which had been suffering from stomach problems for ten years, had no color, but his eyes looked at her like knives. He dragged her into the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and brought a bowl of plain noodles, a bowl of medicated porridge, and plates of vegetables from the Leng Palace stove into his study - eating them, and eating them made him feel emotional.
But people died one after another in the palace. The silverware case, the medicinal diet case, the East Palace Prince's "wind-cold" case... Every case was traced to her stove. The Queen Mother threw a bowl in the cold palace: "Who touches my people?"
Jamel Xiao pushed open the door of the imperial dining room, the knife was still dripping with blood: "I also want to ask, who touched my people?"
The whole capital was waiting for her to die. She brought out the last banquet table and arranged each dish into a chain of evidence
Purpose: Use "taste tracking" to investigate poisoning cases and form an alliance with the male protagonist to uncover the middle-level culprits