My Client Is Datang

After failing the English course, the university sent me an e-mail telling me to quit, and the Anhui cuisine restaurant my father left behind was on the verge of closure. Chen Yishao's life seems to be a failure that can be seen at the end. Until he discovered that his greasy kitchen had "poor signal" at ten o'clock every night. After passing through the back door, it is no longer the familiar Luzhou alley. It is Qingying Palace, the sleeping palace of Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji... In the fifteenth year of Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty, Anlu Mountain was clanging with iron hoofs, and Chang'an was in danger. When the panicked Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and the modern useless college student carrying a spatula looked at each other, a crazy business model was born. And, everything sent back from the modern age undergoes some kind of amazing transformation! An ordinary serving of stinky mandarin fish can instantly make a wounded soldier feel full of energy; a pot of hairy tofu can make a tired soldier able to carry a cauldron; a modern fruit knife can turn into a magic weapon that blows and breaks hair... From then on, he had only one client, and that was the crumbling Datang Empire! There is only one item on his menu, which is to turn the tide before it collapses and help the building from collapse! When the wheels of history rolled around, Chen Yishao stood at the intersection of the two worlds, holding a pot and ladle, and asked softly: "Your Majesty, what do you want to do today?"