But later, Gan Guoyang regretted it. First, he regretted going there. Second, he regretted boasting that Portland had no Chinese restaurants better than him at cooking Chinese food. Third, he regretted not only making the boast but also stubbornly trying to prove it by cooking for a bunch of animals.
All the groceries in his fridge meant for a week were wiped out in one go, he recited every recipe in his mind, and he worked himself to exhaustion frying, sautéing, deep-frying, and stir-frying, without getting a bite to eat himself, ending up sitting on the balcony lonely, admiring the snow.
Moreover, he highly suspected that Olajuwon, that blockhead, was the one who punched him in the chaos, but sadly, he had no evidence, and Olajuwon flatly denied it.
When Olajuwon first arrived in America, he had no interest in the native African dishes of Nigeria, preferring American fast food and Oriental cuisine, once devouring 100 chicken nuggets in one go.
