Food • Slice of Life • Historical Romance • Alternate Ancient China • Sickly Male Lead • Mutual Pampering
Qin Yaoyao, a top state banquet chef, is transported to an ancient world. Only a few years later, tragedy strikes—both of her parents pass away. Her dream of living a carefree life vanishes overnight, forcing her to roll up her sleeves, return to the kitchen, and earn enough to raise her younger brother.
Greedy relatives want to seize her family’s inheritance. A corrupt restaurant tries to crush her business. But in the face of truly exceptional cuisine, every scheme crumbles.
With a cold smile, Qin Yaoyao ties on her apron, picks up her cleaver, and lets her cooking do the talking.
Spring brings tender shoots, summer offers melons, autumn overflows with fruit, and winter is rich with hearty roots. Guided by the twenty-four solar terms, her seasonal delicacies leave an entire street craving more.
Before long, Qin Yaoyao has built a thriving business—and unexpectedly acquires the most difficult “long-term meal ticket” of them all.
Bai Qi, the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review, is feared throughout Bianjing as the “Living King of Hell.” Although he holds immense political power, he suffers from a severe stomach ailment that has robbed him of his appetite. The imperial physicians declare that he won’t live past thirty.
Everyone believes Lord Bai has long since accepted death… until the irresistible aroma drifting from a humble roadside eatery brings his sedan chair to a sudden halt.
One bowl of shepherd’s purse and fresh bamboo shoot soup is all it takes.
For the first time in years, Bai Qi rediscovers the joy of eating—and of living. From that day on, he shamelessly secures himself as Qin Yaoyao’s “permanent customer,” gradually transforming from a frail, sickly official into a vigorous, fiercely devoted husband who dotes on his wife.
One day, Qin Yaoyao knocks on the door of the Chief Justice’s residence.
“My lord, today is Jingzhe. It’s time for your seasonal meal.”
Bai Qi glances at the empty food box, pulls her into his arms, and gazes at her with dark, lingering eyes.
“Today,” he murmurs, “I’m not in the mood for vegetables… I’d rather have something else.”
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