I Guard the Gate in the Imperial Prison

A graduate of New Oriental Culinary School was reborn as a poor citizen of the Great Ming Dynasty—and was given a name that made one laugh and cry at once: Wang Da.What could he do? He could only console himself that in this life he was the little prince of square dancing. Awkward…Six-year-old Wang Da was quite glum: apart from him, there were only two men in the family. His only older sister had entered the palace, so at such a young age he had shouldered the heavy burden of the household—cooking.A few years later, Wang Da was working at a restaurant in town when he heard rumors: his sister, who had been in the palace for years, had offended someone and seemed to have been banished to the cold palace long ago.Several more years passed. Wang Da, now head chef, stared dumbstruck as a group of Embroidered Uniform Guards came clattering in and surrounded the restaurant.“Second Young Master! Her Highness the Imperial Noble Consort ordered us to bring you back to the capital!”“Second Young Master! Your brother-in-law has appointed you as a Chiliarch of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!”So my never-met older sister is the famous Wan Zhen’er?The Ming Emperor Zhu Jianshen is my brother-in-law?I’m going to become an Embroidered Uniform Guard?Oh no! I don’t want to go to the Imperial Prison! I don’t want to be an Embroidered Uniform Guard! Things like the Xiuchun saber are not suited to me at all! I wield a kitchen knife!The emperor brother-in-law: Then you can go guard the gate!