100 Ways to Cook a Tau

"Second Brother's here for dinner. If you're not eating enthusiastically, something's wrong with you. Have you made yourself stupid?"

Sisyphus's voice rang out in the lab, abruptly interrupting Mordred's thoughts and nearly tearing the blueprints in his hand. Enraged, he roared, "You bastard! Didn't you see the 'No Loud' sign in the lab? If you keep acting so sloppy, I'll send you to be a servant in Catachan and Sevro!"

"I think I really need to control you a bit. Have you finished your homework?"

"Meow~"

"You have the nerve to eat when you haven't finished your homework? You idiot, one day you'll make rice expensive!"

As the saying goes, evil people will always be punished by evil people. As Primarch, Sisyphus did not go insane like other Primarchs. Although he was neither twisted nor arrogant, he was a complete scoundrel.

Gluttonous, lazy, and a complete idiot—that's Sisyphus for you. He's the kind of person who's always thinking about the next meal after finishing his current one. He's thoroughly mastered the art of cheating, while the other Primarchs just stand by and do whatever you tell him to do, without even wanting to use his brain.

Anyway, I'm your own sister. I suffered all the hardships of this life before I was even born, so now it's my turn to enjoy life. The empire has to support me.

A person without ambition is Invincible Under Heaven. Guilliman and Zhuang Sen were helpless against Sisyphus. They tried to discipline and train him, but they couldn't just kill him, could they? Even reasoning with him was useless; he'd just say, "What's it to me?" What could you do?

Sisyphus was shrewd; he saw that Guilliman and Zhuang Sen were trying to save face, but Mordred didn't care about that. "You little punk, you think you can get away with this? I have plenty of ways and means to deal with you, you scoundrel."

You can slack off if you want, you can coast along if you want, but my fists won't allow it. If you're not afraid of losing face, I'll hang you on a flagpole and parade you through the streets. If you don't want to work, I'll beat you half to death.

At first, Sisyphus wanted to resist, thinking that they were all Primarch, so what if they could fight? His punches were just as powerful! Calling him Second Brother was a courtesy, so he shouldn't be so ungrateful.

Then Sisyphus got brutally beaten by Mordred for three years, realizing what the difference in numbers meant. It was just too skillful, without any technique whatsoever.

Faced with Mordred's reprimand, Sisyphus didn't dare utter a sound and could only stand there, not even daring to curse inwardly. Mordred really knew how to read minds.

After three years of fighting, three years of training, and a barrage of insults, Mordred couldn't help but sigh. In these three years, Sisyphus had indeed learned something, at least shedding his illiterate status and no longer hiding behind him pretending to be dead.

"Alright, be more careful next time. Don't be so careless. You're a commander now; you can't be following me around forever. What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Have Dorn soup."

"Dorn Soup! Is it going to be another Dark Cuisine? I hope it's not like that Starry Sky Pie from last time, with a bunch of Ripper heads stuck on top, it's disgusting just looking at it."

The Starry Sky Pie Mordred mentioned wasn't a specialty snack from Old Terra Era; the Starry Sky Pie that Dai Ying mentioned would be a delicacy by today's standards.

The Starry Sky Pie he mentioned was a creation of the Sons of the Phoenix, the secondhand Phoenix that Guilliman had forced into the Imperial Fists. The taste was simply awful; even Mordred, who was indiscriminate in her consumption, felt nauseous after eating it.

"It's not some kind of biological waste. I took a look before I came, and apart from the blue meat slices, it looks quite good. As for why it's called Dorn's Soup, it's because the first Xenos we captured was named T'au Dorn."

"A good name; it sounds like someone with an unwavering and indomitable will."

"That Xenos was indeed stubborn. Not only did it refuse to surrender, it opened fire on me. After being captured, it kept muttering that we were invaders, inhumane, and wanted to negotiate with us, saying that we couldn't enslave them."

Mordred nodded, indicating that enslaving others was indeed somewhat inhumane and extremely inefficient.

"Yes, slavery is still too backward. Second Brother, you know me. How could I do something like that, bullying others? I would have slaughtered them all in one fell swoop."

After testing, it was discovered that although the blue-skinned Xenos known as Tau had excessive levels of diamonds in their bodies, their flesh was extremely delicious and rich in various trace elements.

Ordinary people might get poisoned and die from eating it, but it's quite nourishing for Space Marine. However, it's rather troublesome to prepare, and if not done properly, it can lead to poisoning and death. So the kitchen plans to make a batch of test food for you to try first.

I think this biological raw material has great potential; it could potentially make me a fortune.

"Well done! You're such a good sister. You're so thrifty and good at managing the household. You're much better at it than dealing in those electronic jewelry items. I always said learning a skill is the right thing to do. Look at you now, you're even starting your own business."

Since you say it tastes so delicious, I must start eating right away.

After quickly organizing the blueprints, Mordred walked towards the canteen with Sisyphus. Perhaps thinking of something, Sisyphus asked Mordred what he had been doing and why he was being so mysterious. Mordred replied, "Nothing, I was designing a ship for you. The Serenity 50 Worlds has been completely reconquered, so I'm taking advantage of the shattered planets to recycle and build you a ship."

Don't be fooled by the fact that my Second Brother hasn't moved an inch in the past few years; I haven't been idle either. I've been busy with large-scale construction and maintenance of facilities in the rear. Atlas has now restored some of its production capacity, especially the starport, which has fully recovered its functionality and begun the first batch of ship repairs.

The ship Mordred was referring to was none other than an antique that had been transported from Stansome.

He had previously wondered where his ships had gone and asked Guilliman, Guilliman said he didn't know, as they hadn't seen the ships when they were consuming the Atlas legacy. This angered Mordred, who then beat him up again.

When Blood Ravens returned, he finally understood that these ships hadn't disappeared. Instead, they had been retrieved after a long search when Tom was the Chapter Master, and then piled up in Stansome, the ship graveyard.

Unfortunately, after Tom disappeared, the Blood Ravens were leaderless, and all sorts of little secrets vanished along with Tom. They even lost their former territory and retreated to their Serenity old home.

It's important to understand that Atlas's formidable logistical capabilities were built upon its once-powerful industrial base, and as the foundation for transporting supplies, Atlas possessed the largest number of armed cargo ships in the Empire during the Great Crusade.

Although these armed cargo ships were not as powerful as military warships, their large numbers made them a significant advantage. They followed the expeditionary front lines to collect supplies and deliver weapons and equipment to the soldiers on the front lines.

This is why Mordred has stayed put for the past three years, diligently working on infrastructure in the rear while leaving the frontline battles to Sisyphus. After all, to get rich, build roads first, and after the roads are built, you can pick up your chariots.

Without these cargo ships, even if Mordred were incredibly capable, he wouldn't be able to revitalize the Serenity to Holy Terra golden shipping route.

Three years is not a long time, but it's not short either. With Mordred, this knock-off C'tan, personally taking charge, the Serenity 50 Worlds are changing every day.

As soon as Sisyphus reclaims a world, engineers immediately go to explore and repair it in order to restore Atlas's industrial base.

After these repairs and maintenance efforts, although Serenity has lost some of its former glory, it has at least restored its industrial strength and is now able to ensure self-sufficiency.

Personnel relocation, material allocation, equipment research and development, and even the most important talent cultivation— Sisyphus only needed to kill people, while Mordred had many more things to consider.

"Second Brother, you're bragging again. It's one thing if you try to fool others, but don't I know you? The lists of materials I've received lately are all signed by Goff, Roland, even Huron, but not your name. Have you been slacking off behind my back? And—"

"And what?"

Sisyphus, sitting at the dining table, glanced at Mordred. Seeing that there were many people around and he figured Mordred wouldn't turn on him on the spot, he muttered under his breath, "Besides, what you taught me is completely different from what I do myself. You told me not to be lazy or slack off, and you dumped everything on me, but I feel like you're just fooling me."

Government affairs were handed over to Goff, infrastructure to Gawain, Roland to logistics, Huron became a collaborator, and the two Arch-Magos, Kragg and Zeratul, were practically smoking from screwing in screws, pushing their forgemen to work like mad.

You even dumped basic training on that unlucky guy, Saif, and then convincing him that Catachan was a great place.

Second Brother, you are really too immoral. You just banished him like that, and then you gave him the title of new recruit instructor. Even if he is an instructor, at least he can be free. But you also dumped Livyere on him.

I saw it all when I took the new recruits to Catachan for training last time. Sevro was squatting on a small stool as punishment, and as for Livyere, he was even worse, throwing the recruits into the jungle to play wilderness survival games.

-"

"Ah! After all, we've been fighting for five thousand years, so it's normal to have a bad temper. As for your claim that I'm deceiving others, you can't just say things like that. We just have different roles."

As everyone knows, I am a scientific researcher. Without their brute force, being a coward in the rear is a matter of professional expertise.

Besides, this is called the ability to recognize talent. Chapter have their way of doing Chapter, and legions have their way of doing things. More sweat in training, less blood in battle. Those who can come out of the Catachan training camp are all heroes.

And why do you talk so much? Even eating can't shut you up.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Dog-men chef pushed a food cart over, with a bowl of seafood chowder at the front, steaming and emitting an irresistible aroma.

"Shy, the soup's here!"

Seeing the delicious soup in front of them, with blue meat slices floating on top and glistening with oil, Atlas, attracted by the aroma, was the first to gather around. Seeing his good brother suddenly leave, Greyshields, who had also smelled the aroma, joined in.

"It smells so good, but the meat slices don't look the right color."

"Could it be poisonous?"

"I don't know, Father, why don't you try it first? If you're not dead, then we'll eat."

Mordred, who was being treated with filial piety, didn't say anything. The soup in front of her was undeniably delicious and fragrant, but its bluish-green color was a bit unsettling.

Mordred took out a spoon and scooped up a spoonful, savoring it carefully. The slices of meat were just the right thickness, tender and smooth, and the broth was thick and creamy. Paired with perfectly stir-fried chopped onions, Mordred felt so satisfied that her face flushed and she broke out in a sweat.

"Croak—delicious! It's like kicking a pissing frog in the summer, so Kiya!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd, unable to contain themselves any longer, pounced on the food, grabbing their bowls and frantically eating. Only the kitchen's generous amount of soup was enough to satisfy these gluttons.

Perhaps Mordred was satisfied with the product, because at the unanimous suggestion of all the Astartes, the Astra Militarum, and the Dog-men, Mordred immediately established a production line and decided to make this thing the star product to be promoted after the reconstruction of the Serenity 50 Worlds.

Since the Tau were killed by Sisyphus, Mordred even built a flesh and blood workshop to cultivate raw materials for cloning and rushed to produce a batch of samples to send to his good brothers.

This is a small step for Atlas, but a giant leap for the revival of the empire.

With the departure of the cargo ship loaded with weapons, equipment, food supplies, and other goods, the Atlas logistics system, which had been dormant for millennia, was officially revived.

From Serenity to Brogd to Kadran to Banan to Pluto Harbor, and ultimately to Holy Terra, in just 15 Standard Terra Day, this canned Canned One were transported from the Serenity assembly line to the Imperial Palace.

"Tau Commander Canned One, delicious! It seems Mordred has cleared the route; it won't be long before we can launch our true Indomitable Expedition."

Perhaps it was bad luck for the Tau, or perhaps it was good fortune for the Tais; in any case, the Tau Commander Canned One produced by Atlas received high praise from the Lion King, and the Dark Angels and Ultramarines who remained in Terra enjoyed it immensely.

But while some rejoiced, others wept; Guilliman looked at the metal Canned One in front of him and felt a pang of sorrow.

It's not that the food is bad; Zhuang Sen is so happy he's practically an old cat. The main problem is that while Canned One is good, it means Mordred will be back soon.

"Stop eating, you bastard! All you do is eat! Come on, think of something! How can I face anyone looking like this? If Mordred and Sisyphus come back, they'll definitely laugh at me."

Upon hearing this, the Lion King glanced at Guilliman, but for some reason, seeing his good brother staring at him, Guilliman retracted his little paws, feeling a strange fear.

"What are you doing? Don't look at me like that. I get scared when I see you."

"What can I do? You deserve it. The instructions clearly state two hours, but you had to be reckless. Now look what happened. If it weren't for your different fur color, people would think you were one of those yellow- Big Rat."

No, you're not the Emperor Spirit. Those little things are for catching mice. You're the big rat. Even Caliban doesn't have a rat that big. I've never seen one like you before. The fat on your belly is all wrinkled.

Hehe, just eat a little less. If you keep eating, I'm afraid someone will see you and you won't be able to run away. Remember to run for two hours to lose weight later, and then go and approve the documents.

"Shut up! I'm not fat, I'm strong!"

"Two meters tall, two meters wide, and weighing two tons, how dare you say that? Looks like I'll have to really keep an eye on you."

"What are you doing? You can't do this! I'm your brother, squeak!!!"