His subordinates all arrived on Yaoqing early, without arranging it beforehand.
The Yaoqing General had booked the entire venue first thing that morning for a gathering with his colleagues and superior.
For them, this was a special gathering.
In the past, they had only seen the Marshal at victory banquets or other official occasions. This time, it was just his little group of subordinates!
These generals, who roamed the universe aboard their Colossi, had completely lost the icy presence they showed outsiders. As one, they turned toward the chef the Yaoqing General had hired.
Rubbing their hands together eagerly, they rolled up their sleeves and apprenticed themselves to the chef on the spot, determined to give their Marshal a little culinary shock.
By the time Xianyu arrived, smoke and flames filled the venue. It looked less like a gathering and more like a battlefield.
He stepped inside to find his subordinates holding their breath in concentration, each gripping a pan and staring intently at the chef's movements.
When the group absorbed in cooking noticed someone approaching, they looked up and saw their Marshal.
They immediately put down their pans, grabbed the plates beside them, and scrambled to crowd around him.
Xianyu glanced at the people surrounding him, listened to their overlapping calls, then looked down at the dubious-looking dishes on a dozen or so plates.
Perhaps only "a carnival of demons" could describe this scene...
Xianyu sighed. "Don't rush. One at a time."
With home-field advantage, the Yaoqing General stepped forward first, pulled out a chair for the Marshal, and reminded everyone else to line up.
The others: ...How scheming!
Once Xianyu sat down, the Yaoqing General handed him a pair of chopsticks and presented his dish.
Normally, Xianyu had little interest in eating, especially beast meat, chicken, and fried