The hour of the Rabbit had just passed, and Liu Yimian had already prepared breakfast. He picked up the iron ladle and gave the big pot a few emphatic knocks, letting out an extremely authentic gong sound that echoed through the camp—this was the signal for mealtime. Today's breakfast, like usual, was hard to identify by its ingredients, and even with Ning Xiaoxian's sharp eyesight, she could barely make out the presence of pumpkin and eggplant, although both had turned into a mushy paste. The other oddly shaped items were beyond recognition no matter how hard one tried.
It was not that no one had ever complained about his cooking being terrible, but everyone only dared to grumble in private. After all, it wasn't wise to offend the cook, especially since he was in charge of your meals throughout the journey.
