Chapter 1 — I use an iron ladle to raise the power of the gods

After transmigrating into a dark, fat, over two hundred kilograms-weight-dressed cook in the military camp, the system also felt embarrassed. 【Host, should we just lose weight and beautify ourselves first, then go save that proud son of heaven who has just been exiled to the army?】 I waved the large iron ladle again. When he was beaten because he was stealing, I shielded his head and pressed a large piece of braised pork into his bowl.

“Once you are full, you will have the strength to hate, and only then will you have the strength to continue living.”

I asked the system again: "Are you in love?" “In ancient times, there was a system of monogamy and multiple wives, but filial piety always came first.” "Being a wife is not as solid as being his wife?" Many years later, when he achieved a glorious victory and was appointed a marquis to worship a general, at the celebration banquet he did not ask for anything, only asked His Majesty with red eyes:

"Your Majesty, can you issue an order to let her be my wife?"

1. When I woke up, I was facing a basin of cold water that could clearly see the silhouette of a person. On the surface of the water was reflected a face that was both black and round. The five senses were huddled together, looking both rough and greasy. I moved, that face also moved, every fat muscle growing horizontally on my face also trembled. In my head, a mechanical sound rang out at the right time: 【System binding successful! Host Lam To, welcome to the plot world of "The white moonlight of the god of power".】 【Your identity is a cook in the Northern military camp, weight of two hundred and ten kilograms.】 I, Lam To, a modern day salaryman, in order to sell my life and run for success, I stayed up all night for three consecutive nights, and in the end I suddenly died. At this moment, I am standing next to a large iron pan about half a meter wide. In the pot, the pork dish is stewing, giving off a mouth-watering aroma. The north wind carried small snowflakes through the hole in the kitchen, making it chilling to the bone. But the thick layer of fat on our body makes us not feel the least bit cold, and even a little hot. 【The goal of your mission is to save crown prince Tieu Triet, who is being exiled here.】 【He was once a proud son of heaven, perfect in literature and martial arts, but was framed by criminals, stripped of his title, exiled to the most miserable vanguard camp in the army, suffering all kinds of torment.】 The system's voice carried a seductive guidance. 【According to analysis from the database, this is the darkest period in his life.】 【As long as you can give him warmth when he is at his lowest, make him admire you, wait for the day when he steps up to the peak of fame, achieves glorious victories, you will be his only confidant, sharing the ultimate glory with him.】 I estimated the heavy iron ladle in my hand, feeling guilty. receive the terrifying power contained in this body. 【Host, should we just lose weight and beautify ourselves first, and then go save that proud son of heaven who has just been exiled to the army?】 The system seemed to be not very satisfied with this "equipment" of mine, so it made suggestions for optimization. 【The system's store sells S-grade Shaping Dan and premium My Nhan Cao, with preferential prices for newbies, just...】

“Shut up.” I coldly interrupted him.

"Fat Lam, why are you still standing there, let's prepare dinner, those reincarnated starving ghosts are about to come and steal the food." Already!" Old Truong - the kitchen manager shouted outside, his voice blown away by the wind sounded a bit broken.

I responded with a "yes" and used a large iron ladle to stir the pot. Skim off the layer of fat floating on top, revealing the soft stewed braised pork underneath. The scent of meat mixed with the scent of anise spices, rushing straight into the nasal cavity. Causing every cell in this body to emit craving signals. I tried to hold back the urge to swallow, carried a large pot of meat and a tray of miscellaneous flour dumplings and placed them on the wooden table to share rice. 2. Outside, a group of soldiers in ragged clothes and full of murderous intent have been forming a long line. The chipped ceramic bowls in their hands trembled slightly in the cold wind. The northern region was miserable and cold, and the food in the army was even worse. Being able to smell the smell of fatty meat once a month is a heavenly gift. Their eyes are like a pack of wolves, fixed on my pot of meat. I didn't change my expression and distributed the food to each person. One ladle of food, two dumplings, neither too much nor too little. This is the original owner's habit, and also the rule of survival in this military camp. Fair, but absolutely no extra. The line of people slowly advanced until a figure appeared, making the surrounding atmosphere a bit magical. It was a young man with a thin, slender figure. Even though he wore the same tattered military uniform as everyone else, it was still difficult to hide his extraordinary and extraordinary temperament. He bowed his head, his long eyelashes drooping down, obscuring the expression in his eyes. But those thin, tightly pursed lips and that pale, bloodless face exuded an arrogance that would rather be broken than surrendered.