Tang Rao quickly returned to the Tumen Courtyard with Lu Jun, and the courtyard was as tranquil as ever.
The fool spends every day in a daze, sitting in the courtyard, blankly staring at the sky, no one knows what he's thinking about; as for the madman, since he promised Tang Rao to only pick fights every once in a while, he's become a lot quieter, at most just pounding on his own chest; and then there's the chef, who under normal circumstances hides in the kitchen, cooking all sorts of strange and bizarre dishes.
Of course, the dishes prepared by the chef are enticing to look at without exception, but they are unbearable to eat.
Tang Rao can't be bothered to tell the chef to use less salt or sugar because the chef would say: That's art...
Art, dumping heaps of salt, and you tell me those are snowflakes... Have you ever considered the eater's feelings?
"Hey, we're going to have a barbecue later, bring over a few stools," Tang Rao shouted.
Whoosh!
