"Mr. Yan Huan, isn't this rule a bit ridiculous?"
"...Things were rushed just now, so I couldn't prepare food suited to normal tastes. Please forgive me."
"How about this?"
Jiaoqiu found another clean pot, set down his bundle, and said with a faint smile:
"This time, I'll seriously make you a dish. I guarantee it'll have perfect color, aroma, and flavor."
"If it doesn't taste good, I'll stay behind and clean up myself."
"Fine, I'll wait."
Yan Huan sat to one side, silently watching Jiaoqiu heat the pot. The moment he saw him reach for the chilies nearby, Yan Huan immediately stopped him.
"Stop, stop!"
"You're not allowed to add that stuff!"
"But without chilies, it has no soul." Jiaoqiu hesitated, grabbing three red chilies.
"How about three?"
"No, no!"
Hearing that, Jiaoqiu tossed one aside.
"How about two?"
"Still no!"
Jiaoqiu tossed aside another one and smiled at Yan Huan.
"Then just one."
"Don't bother. I'll do it."
Yan Huan walked over to Jiaoqiu, took the kitchen knife, then picked up a chili and gave it a light cut.
In the end, he placed a chili piece the size of a fingernail in front of Jiaoqiu.
"..."
"Wouldn't that be too little?"
"Too little my ass. It's just there to add a little flavor."
"Fine."
Jiaoqiu sighed, took the fingernail-sized piece of chili, and tossed it into the pot.
He grabbed the spatula and began working his magic.
After a while, another pot of fragrant braised pork was ready.
This time, Jiaoqiu served it all out, placed it in a basin, and handed it to Yan Huan.
"These should all suit normal tastes. Please accept them, Master."
"Mm, now that's more like it."
Yan Huan took his chopsticks and eagerly picked up a steaming piece of braised pork, placing