My Lord, Please Stop Eating

Upcoming story, After My Detective Conan Secret Identity Awakened. Blurb at the end. == Story blurb: In a glutton's eyes, everything in the world falls into one of two categories: food, and ingredients that can be turned into food with a little preparation. The famous saying of top-level glutton Maya Maho is: "I can't get fat anyway, so why shouldn't I eat?" She does have a point, but Master, is this really about whether you get fat? Are you drooling over us because you plan to chew on tamahagane? Maya Maho: No, I think braised Time-Traveling Army would be pretty tasty. So catch me an enemy soldier to try, will you? == This story will be completed and begin reverse premium chapters on January 13, 2020, starting from Chapter 31. Thank you, everyone. The author loves posting lots of chapters at once. Check out my profile if you're interested. Weibo: @Qiu Mu Ye Xia Hua Zuo Chun Ni Geng Hu Fa This story is also known as The Master Who Ate the Honmaru Into Poverty The female lead saves history by eating. Our goal is to eat (crossed out) tear through the Time-Traveling Army! A story written for fun. She eats anything she sees. The male lead is Bu Bu. A friendly reminder: If you're reading this late at night, please be careful. The author isn't responsible for any discomfort caused by the recipes. Upcoming story, After My Detective Conan Secret Identity Awakened: Blurb I, Chan Sheng Ye Zhi, codename Teska, am that gentleman's most beloved adopted daughter. The Organization assigned me to infiltrate the police, and through a series of coincidences, I became the contact for undercover investigator Scotch. Let me start with the conclusion. I died, going out in a blaze of glory before his eyes to save Scotch after his identity was exposed. Then I came back to life, and discovered that I was one of the secret identities used as a tool by a certain "protagonist" in this world. That person lurks in the shadows, manipulating the course of the world through their secret identities. They tailor tragic backstories for each identity, lead them to form bonds with the world's inhabitants, then make them die heroically in front of those people, earning their tears and sympathy. That's right. Everything about me was written into that person's script. Even my feelings for Scotch were "predestined" by someone else. My reason for existing was to die, to make the people connected to me suffer, and to satisfy that person's simple, twisted amusement. This is absurd. I flipped the table and tore up the script right then and there. Whoever wants to be a disposable tool can take the job! * After being reborn, I set myself three little goals. First: Deal with the Organization that's watching me like a hawk. Second: Make the person secretly playing with my life pay. Third: Stop letting Scotch control me. A cicada is born in early summer and dies in autumn. If this is fate's curse, I'll break it with my own hands. With nothing but a puppet's body, I'll launch a glorious rebellion against the "master" who toyed with me and the fate that imprisoned me. I'll rewrite my own life with my own hands. * Morofushi Hiromitsu loves his contact. It's the deepest-kept secret of his undercover career. Their identities can't be brought into the light, and he has always looked forward to the day the mission ends, when he can openly place his feelings before her. Until she stood before him and showed him the token of a senior member of the Organization. She said, "We're enemies." The promises they'd made were false. The vows they'd exchanged were false. Their chance encounter was false. Even her very existence was false. [Even if the one I fell in love with was only a lie.] [My love for you is real.] Theme: