Linjiang Haocity
Though Kude was French, he wasn't picky about food at all. As long as there was plenty of meat and fish, he was happy; he was a carnivore through and through. But that evening, as he looked at the table full of green vegetables, he didn't even feel the impulse to pick up his chopsticks.
However, across the table, the Mu father and son were eating merrily.
Kude thought to himself, "Even if you've had a break-up, there's no meat to eat, do you have to go all vegetarian? You don't eat meat yourself, and you won't let others eat it either. What kind of person is this, no manners, no upbringing, no morals, no grace, no substance, no…"
With a "snap," he put his chopsticks down on the table and ran into the kitchen as if it were his own home. He had already opened the fridge and rummaged through it, grabbing whatever meat he could find and tossing it to the chef, "You have forty minutes to come up with six dishes and a soup, or I'll blow your brains out."
"Yes, yes!"
