Daming Industrial God of Cookery

My father's debt is imminent, and I have three days to die. Ma Yuan looked at the one hundred thousand tael IOU, and took out a piece of ice with his backhand - it snowed in June, and the saltpeter frost condensed; the autoclave was started, and yellow croaker with garlic cloves was steamed out in three minutes. The Yangtze River shad on the tribute boat was still smelly, and his East China Sea iced fish had already arrived in Hangzhou twelve hours ago. In the cooking competition, he used the industrial precision of "turning the lock eighteen times" to crush the century-old monopoly on production areas; with a piece of paper, he captured his enemy Chongya House. This is not cooking, it is a dimensionality reduction attack. From today on, there are no tributes in Ming Dynasty, only standards. Saltpeter, ice cellar, autoclave - I want this world to run according to my temperature. [Historical Imagination·Farming Management·Technical Food] [From Hangzhou Wanghai Tower to Dengzhou Sea Sausage Noodles, use the modern food industry to reconstruct the agricultural pattern of the Ming Dynasty]