I'm pretty sure I just fell asleep in my room after a big night of drinking."Get dressed and come down to the kitchen. ASAP." What? Am I still sober, or am I dreaming? When I woke up, I was possessed by an imperial kitchen servant. I got my ass handed to me in a Korean restaurant, so why not in an imperial kitchen? You can do it, Anna! "Good, I'm going to put a lot of smiles on your smug face." Steeling herself, she got to work, and succeeded in impressing the emperor's palate. However. "It was a novel flavor at first, but I'm afraid I'll get tired of the same thing." This emperor seems to have a nasty temper that enjoys tormenting people. "I..." "I quite like it." Hey, you're missing a subject, do you mean I like it? "Yeah... your cooking." I felt my steeply rising heart plummet to the bottom. Is that really all there is to it?