Xia Yangyang's family supposedly had an ancestor who had served as an imperial chef.
She didn't know whether that was true, but her grandfather and father were both undeniably cooks, and their food was delicious.
Later, she fell in love with cooking too. Unfortunately, the world entered the Apocalypse before she could even take her college entrance exams.
During the Apocalypse, she followed her instincts and latched onto a Golden Thigh. The big shot's team handled the fighting and killing, while she cooked in the kitchen.
After coming here, her keen sixth sense told her that if she could stay at this princely residence as a cook, she would be safe from then on.
After knocking that irritating pest Wang Miao flat, she dropped to her knees before us with a grand flourish.
"Your Highness, Princess Consort, Commandery Princess, I'm a cook, and a very good one. Does your household still need a chef-ah, no, a cook? I guarantee that once you've tasted my food, you'll be craving your next meal. You could eat it every day and never get tired of it."
Xia Yangyang was pulling out all the stops to stay. When she saw that the household showed little interest in her cooking skills, she came up with another trick.
"Not only can I cook, I can sing little ditties too."
She cleared her throat and began to sing.
"Peach leaves, pointed tip upon tip."
"Willow leaves have covered the sky."
"In his rightful place sits this worthy lord."
To be fair, she had quite a nice voice.
Wenren Luoshui nodded and agreed to let her stay. As for Wang Miao and Xia Shuang, they were naturally thrown out of the residence without mercy.
Xia Shuang still refused to leave and rushed forward to cling to Wenren Qiao's