I transmigrated into the body of an abandoned consort in the cold palace, just as the tyrant began settling scores with the entire harem.
While the consorts cried and fought for his favor, I crouched in a corner roasting sweet potatoes.
The tyrant gripped my chin and asked, "Why aren't you competing for my favor?"
I split open a sweet potato oozing with honey and offered it to him. "Competing for this? There's plenty to go around."
Later, he razed the entire harem just to eat the fried chicken and beer I made.
On the day the court erupted into chaos, I was teaching the empress dowager to enjoy skewers with milk tea.
[Reader's Guide]
- Easygoing foodie heroine x cold and ruthless tyrant hero
- Food conquers all. No angst for the heroine, just cooking and doting on his wife
- No competing for the emperor's favor in the harem, only competing in cooking
Theme: The world belongs to foodies
