Any leader would have told a blockhead like Cao Zhenjiang to buzz off as far as he could.
Gao Yuan was curious, how did a person like Cao Zhenjiang manage to survive in the army, a place with such a strict hierarchy? With his temper, how could he still be in the service; were his leaders all spineless clay figures?
"Anyway, I just have one principle, 'Whether it's a mule or a horse, take it out for a stroll.' We don't know anything about the 'Four Major Cuisines' or the 'Eight Culinary Traditions'; we just cook whatever tastes good, and whatever we cook tastes good. That's it, you guys figure it out."
Xinghe stood up and then said with interest, "Alright, then let's have a competition. You can start cooking now. We'll eat before we leave, and whoever makes the tastiest food can join."
