Seeing the Young General arrive, everyone in the kitchen stopped what they were doing.
The two army cooks clasped their fists in salute.
Xiao Hong's gaze swept over the stove before finally landing on Hua Manman.
Hua Manman beamed brightly. "Good morning, Young General! You don't look so well. Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Xiao Hong suspected the woman was deliberately poking at a sore spot.
He said expressionlessly, "That's none of your concern."
Hua Manman wasn't annoyed in the slightest, her smile remaining fixed in place.
"Would you like to try our freshly made potstickers? They smell amazing!"
She picked up two potstickers with her chopsticks, placed them in a bowl, and offered it to Xiao Hong.
Xiao Hong asked coldly, "Did you make these?"
"Of course not!" Hua Manman said. "What were you thinking? How could a pampered young lady like me possibly cook for other men? These were made by these two fine gentlemen from the kitchen staff."
Xiao Hong: "..."
