The whole poem is:
A green tea and a wisp of smoke,
Master chef is in heaven.
If the Jade Emperor asks about human affairs,
Articles in troubled times are worthless.
This should be a doggerel written by literati in the old society, mainly complaining about the helplessness of my generation.
A cup of tea, a wisp of smoke, the kitchen god went to heaven: this is about sending a stove in the twelfth lunar month. People want to provide maltose for the cooking stove, which is equivalent to sticking to the mouth of the kitchen god, "God speaks well", but the author can't even afford maltose, only a cup of green tea and a column of Qing Xiang, even if the etiquette is completed.
The jade emperor asked about human affairs, and articles in troubled times were worthless: since there is no maltose, the kitchen god can certainly talk, so what else can I let him say? I begged him to tell the jade emperor that people's belongings are the most worthless.
This poem, first of all, is a limerick, which is a big classification. Secondly, it uses banter as the language of grief and indignation, full of deep helplessness and grief and indignation, and shows the common experience of intellectuals from one side, both ancient and modern!