Bind to the Food System, the Anorexic General Begs for Favor Every Day

Su Ping traveled through time and became a poor little cook in Zhennan Palace. I thought I could only live with daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, but unexpectedly I was bound to a heart-warming food system. A bowl of emerald clear soup noodles made Ling He, the cold noodle general, unforgettable. A plate of plum blossom soup cakes made the prince of the prince eat three plates in a row and refused to let go. A golden sparrow actually attracted the noble concubine in the palace to ask for the prescription in person. From the royal kitchen to the restaurants in the capital, from the border post station to the royal banquet in the palace With her skillful hands, Su Ping turns ordinary ingredients into healing delicacies. Ling He: "From now on, you are only allowed to cook for me." The Crown Prince: "Go back to your home with me. The kitchen, the house, and the money are all yours to choose from." The prince of the enemy country: "If you are willing to come to my court, the head of the royal chef will be waiting for you." Su Ping put on her apron, turned around and chuckled: "Everyone, my girl's rule is that it's okay to eat, but not poaching." Later, the whole capital knew that if you wanted to marry Miss Su, you had to pass the test first: First-grade tofu, eight-treasure duck, exquisite fish dumplings, snow cloud soup... The food is no more than three rounds, and you are not worthy of handing out a wedding invitation. Ling He silently practiced cooking for three months and brought out a bowl of jade clear noodle soup that was exactly the same as the one she made back then. Su Ping looked at his red fingers and suddenly smiled. "General, please give me advice for the rest of my life."