I'm a Professional Chef, So It’s Perfectly Reasonable for Me to Order Takeout, Right?

Transmigrated into a fake imperial chef, all I can cook is instant noodles. Luckily, I have a phone system packed with shopping apps. That night, I survived on Sichuan pepper beef noodles. The Emperor: "Cook another bowl!" In this fictional dynasty, iron pots don't exist, but a food delivery system is at my fingertips. There's no Manchu Han Imperial Feast, but all sorts of delicious food are plentiful. But... why do the chief eunuch and my boss both seem to want to cause me trouble?