"Actually, I served in the Army's food service unit for a year."
All men have a hero complex: they all want to wield a gun, fight battles, and kill enemies. You were assigned to the food service unit; it must have been boring, right?" Sienna Johnson, sips the velvety lotus seed porridge, casually asking a question.
"I applied to be in the food service unit."
"Why? Did you want to be a chef?"
