The fleet had just completed a resupply stop in Qingchun City, so the president simply waved a hand and declared that everyone had worked hard alongside him for the past two weeks and deserved a good rest tonight.
He, Keith Nishita, would personally cook a feast for everyone and raise a toast to them himself, to liven things up.
Yu Lian, far away on the Far Shore front, could attest that President Nishita was a decent cook. At the very least, his grilling was good enough that he could set up a stall in the square and never go hungry.
Moreover, the president really had taken systematic cooking lessons afterward. Supposedly, being able to cook was the best way in the whole world to establish an image as a good father and husband, and thus win the votes of housewives.
That was all well and good, but there were at least tens of thousands of people in the fleet. Even if Mr. Nishita awakened his psychic powers and broke through to the ninth ring in one go, he couldn't possibly cook for that many people. Still, just saying it was enough to move the staff and security personnel to tears.
Even Yang Mingzhao admitted that the president was genuinely generous to the people around him and could certainly be considered one of the best bosses out there.
Although he was always forced to work twelve-hour days, six days a week, and had to help the president write official documents and speeches, not to mention occasionally fill in as a bodyguard, he had actually grown quite accustomed to working under President Nishita.
"We can't expect every leader to be like Marshal Li. To speak frankly, His Excellency Keith Nishita is the most reliable head of state I've met since Marshal Victoria