Twelve Food Hours

The Jin envoy died suddenly at a crab-stuffed orange banquet at Fengle House. The second cook, Lin Sanniang, was identified as the murderer on the spot by the powerful minister Jia Sidao and was thrown into death row, with a limit of noon tomorrow to be executed. No one knew that she licked the blood stains on Jinzhi's lips - the almonds were bitter, the rust was astringent, and the tip of her tongue was numb. Three layers of flavor, Tripterygium wilfordii. No one even knew that the "Shan Family Purification" her father left to her was a toxicology notebook soaked in blood. Use poison to reveal characters, use taste to break the situation. For twelve hours, she tasted Liaodong aconite from the rotten rice in the death row, dug out dead seahorse mixed with poison from the ice cubes on the food ladder, and glimpsed the truth about her father's execution ten years ago from the wolf-head waistband of the Meng Yuan spy. Jia Sidao thought that if the ice melted, he would be dead without evidence, but he didn't know that her copper spoon could detect poison, and her tongue could taste the murderous intention beneath the flavors. "The poison is in the ice, not in the wine." "The ice has melted, but my spoon is still cold." While the entire Lin'an City was waiting to see her head fall to the ground, Lin Sanniang was using the copper spoon, spoon by spoon, to dig out the shocking chess game behind the poisonous banquet, where Song, Mongolia and powerful officials were strangled. ——This is the story of a cook who uses toxicology notes to drive powerful officials to a dead end within twelve hours.