"Can you even do this?" the Mustachioed Boss asked Jiang Hao skeptically.
"Heh heh, my greatest skill isn't selling insurance. It's cooking," Jiang Hao said confidently.
"Okay, the kitchen's in the back. Do whatever you want, as long as you don't burn it down. Today's food is free. It's on me," the Mustachioed Boss said generously.
"Oh, great. The boss is really splurging."
"Brother, make sure it tastes good. We're all counting on you."
"As long as nobody dies from eating it, that's good enough."
"Why am I suddenly worried? Maybe we should go take a look together. If there's a fire, we can put it out together."
Amid the noisy chatter, everyone headed to the kitchen together.
Jiang Hao ignored the people standing around him. The kitchen was fully equipped, and the refrigerator had some vegetables and seafood, though not much variety. After thinking it over, Jiang Hao knew what dishes to make.
Jiang Hao took out several ingredients, his cleaver flashing up and down in his hand. Before long, a cold shredded cabbage salad was ready. He sliced radishes into fine, even shreds, added soy sauce, vinegar, and sugar, and that made another dish. Then came sliced tomatoes with sugar, and chopped cucumbers served with dipping sauce.
The four cold dishes were finished in just over ten minutes.
Everyone was stunned by Jiang Hao's movements. "Wow, he's so quick and clean. You can't even see the blade when he chops."
"He really knows how to cook. You can tell from the way he handles a knife that he was trained as a chef."
"Haha, looks like we won't need to go to the hospital tonight. We might even get a good meal out of this."
He lit the stove, wrapped enoki mushrooms in foil, and put them on