I Transmigrated into the Prince's Mansion and Blew Up the Kitchen

Lu Shi transmigrated into a book, landing in a story set in ancient times.

The good news: He wasn't a disposable side character or a villain, so he wouldn't have to scheme against others just to survive a miserable life.

The bad news: He'd become a chef.

Lu Shi had a pair of hands cursed by the Kitchen God. Even instant noodles turned out awful, so he'd been scraping by on takeout.

The System he was bound to required him to prepare twenty-four dishes in keeping with the seasons and earn sincere praise from a thousand diners. Only then might he return to his own world.

After Lu Shi's tireless efforts, he'd finally managed to get himself on the verge of being fired.

Forget completing the task. If things got any worse, he might be out of work and starve to death here.

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Just as he was at his wits' end, Luan Chen appeared.

Luan Chen was the villainous prince in the original book: cold, brutal, and extraordinarily picky. Rumor had it that if he tasted something he didn't like, he'd cut someone down on the spot.

When Lu Shi learned that Luan Chen had eaten his cooking, he had the System start preparing his last rites.

But the very next day, the steward of the prince's manor came in person to invite him to become the prince's chef.

Lu Shi: ??? Is there something wrong with him?

Pressed by both the task and the need to stay alive, Lu Shi still went to the prince's manor.

With the manor's wealth behind him, he could set the kitchen on fire without a care.

Of course, what made Lu Shi happiest was that the prince actually seemed to adore his truly appalling cooking, requesting it every single day.

What did that mean? It meant he really did have some talent!

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Luan Chen had a secret.

After being poisoned, his sense of taste had been damaged. Everything tasted like sawdust, and life had lost all its zest.

Then one day, he discovered a strange flavor in Lu Shi's cooking.

That odd taste gave him a rare jolt, and he managed to detect a hint of sweetness in the rice that night.

Now Luan Chen's sense of taste was slowly returning.

But he was more troubled than ever.

How could he confess to Lu Shi that he'd been using him as a control group?

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As Luan Chen was at a loss, Lu Shi happened to catch him sneaking a bite at a restaurant.

Lu Shi demanded indignantly, "Didn't you say you liked my cooking best?! Didn't you say my skills were the most special?!"

The prince looked thoroughly guilty. In front of everyone, he abandoned his usual icy demeanor and pleaded meekly, "Xiaoshi, this chicken soup and I were just putting on an act. My stomach belongs to you."

Lu Shi: "..."

Everyone: "..."

A cold but henpecked top x a hopeless cook but clever bottom

**Reading Guide**

1. This is a completely fictional setting. Customs and details are whatever the plot requires.

2. My take on healing: the top's sense of taste recovers through love. Please don't apply this to real-world medicine.

3. There's a little political scheming, but it's basically a silly domestic romance, with everything serving the love story.

4. Devoted 1v1, happy ending.

5. Updates follow the schedule before the book goes premium, then daily updates afterward.

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"Picking Up Trash and Finding an Imperial General"

Restrained, fatherly top x softhearted puppy bottom

1.

Duan Xuran was a scavenger.

When he woke up in a dump in the slums, he couldn't remember anything except his name.

An old man kindly took him in, then soon died of an illness. Duan Xuran stayed and inherited his junk-picking business.

The Gamma System was a martial place, and the Empire was even more obsessed with strength. Everyone dreamed of getting recruited into the army through their fighting ability and rising to prominence.

Even the lowest-ranking scavengers loved weapons, and they often fought viciously over a busted old gun.

Duan Xuran had no interest in any of that.

He picked up whatever caught his eye, selling what he could and tinkering with the rest to make household items and decorate the ramshackle shack he lived in.

Bullet casings became wind chimes, gun barrels held wildflowers, and a half-broken little robot became his pet, dragging one leg as it sang to welcome visitors at the door.

It was completely at odds with the Empire's brave, martial atmosphere.

People in the slums saw him and laughed, calling him "the little artist in the junk heap."

2.

They might laugh, but Duan Xuran was still the envy of scavengers across the stars.

He was small and slow-witted, always half a beat behind everyone else, yet somehow he had the luck to find the best and most valuable things.

...Until one day, in full view of everyone, he dragged a fool home.

The fool was tall, sturdy, and devastatingly handsome, but so what?

He couldn't speak or read, needed to be fed and given water, and smashed the things the little fool had scavenged into pieces.

He was worse than a dog. At least a dog could guard the house after eating!

Duan Xuran's rivals laughed with relief. "So even you can make a blind choice, kid!"

Later, the whole district got caught up in a violent turf war, and everyone ran for their lives, wailing for their mothers and fathers.

Only Duan Xuran's fool took on an entire army all by himself.

Everyone gazed at Duan Xuran's home, the only one in the district left unscathed, and shed envious tears. "You really are the best at finding things!"

3.

Mu Xiao was the most lethal humanoid weapon in the entire Empire.

General Mu came from a noble family and was known for his courage in battle and iron-fisted rule. He was revered by everyone, yet rarely seen, a figure so distinguished that even the emperor treated him with deference.

But recently, he had disappeared.

Rumors spread everywhere. Some even claimed to have seen him in the slums.

What's more, it seemed he'd damaged his brain...

He'd actually been caught in a dump, having his ear tugged while a poor boy scolded him!

When the rumors reached the imperial capital, Mu Xiao's enemies refused to believe them.

A man like Mu Xiao wouldn't let anyone tug his ear. They'd lose their hand before they even got close enough to touch his sleeve.

This had to be a scheme by the Mu family!

Only Mu Xiao's adjutant knew the truth. Trembling, he wept into his communicator late at night: "General, when are you finally going to win over your sweetheart?!"

4.

When Duan Xuran confessed his feelings, Mu Xiao had once declared with absolute certainty, "Love is the most useless thing in the world."

Later, Mu Xiao was the one saying, "Xuran, don't kick me out. I just want to be your fool for the rest of my life."

Theme: When Heaven closes one door on you, it will always open a few windows.