Gong Ming loosened his grip on Yan Qi's nape, stroked his chin, and said thoughtfully, "You're right. With such readily available data, it would be a waste not to take her to the lab for dissection."

Upon hearing his master agree with him, Yan Qi slapped his thigh and said, "Master, it's rare for you to agree with me. Why don't you take the lead this time?"

Gong Ming stretched out his hand.

Yan Qi, puzzled, asked, "Master, what do you need?"

Gong Ming hooked four fingers together: "The meatballs that Little Darling just fried seem to have some kind of spiritual power. Let me take a look."

Yan Qi was taken aback, and muttered as he reached into his pocket, "Don't you have one yourself? Why do I have to reach into my pocket?"

Gong Ming said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Yan Qi took out a bowl of fried meatballs from his spatial storage. Each meatball was perfectly round and golden brown, and steam was still rising from the bowl.

Gongming grabbed the bowl and stuffed it into his personal storage space.

Seeing this, Yan Qi asked, "Didn't you want to check if I have spiritual power? Why are you pretending?"

"Nothing much, we'll examine it later." Gong Ming chuckled, casually grabbed a spatula, turned around and suddenly attacked Yan Qi, cursing as he hit him: "You wicked, wicked dog, you've really made something of yourself! It's one thing to disregard fraternity, but you even want to dissect my little darling? Did you swallow a mutated beast or some disgusting insectoid? How can you be so shameless?"

The iron spatula hit him.

With spiritual power.

That would definitely look like a giant fist.

It hit hard and really hard.

Yan Qi jumped up and dodged, anxiously defending himself: "I was just making a suggestion, a suggestion. You were the one who said you wanted to do the dissection, it has nothing to do with me."

"You still dare to talk? You dog!" Gong Ming cursed angrily, raising his spatula and hitting Yan Qi with a series of slaps. "I thought from the beginning that my little darling would give up being the top student in the planting department to come and shock the culinary department. It must be because you, you dog, did something that is outrageous to both gods and men."

"As expected, you shameless bastard, you're thinking of dissecting him. Yan Daqi, let me tell you, if you dare touch a single hair on my little darling's head, I'll personally dissect you."

He was the one who suggested it.

What does this have to do with him?

Yan Qi felt wronged and aggrieved. He had nowhere to hide from the beating, so he could only run away while begging for mercy: "Alright, alright, Master, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?"

Gong Ming chased after him.

Upon seeing this, Yan Qi turned and ran.

Gong Ming couldn't catch up with him, so he stood at the door with one hand on his hip and the other holding a spatula, pointing at Yan Qi and saying, "You heartless bastard, you still want to eat the meatballs my little darling made? I won't give you a single bite."

"I'll go online right now and tell the people of the Troia Empire that Little Darling is my only disciple. You bastard, stay away from me and get lost!"

"Master..."

"Don't call me, I don't know you, get lost!" Gong Ming said, throwing the spatula in his hand at him.

Yan Qi hurriedly dodged, but the spatula seemed to have eyes, no matter how he tried to dodge.

With a bang, the spatula hit him squarely on the forehead.

He got a bump on his forehead instantly.

The spatula fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Then, with a bang, the door to the culinary arts classroom slammed shut.

On her way to find Dempsey, Jiang Si sent a small box of fried meatballs to her cheap husband. She then found Dempsey and handed him the two sheets of paper that Gong Ming had given her.

When Dempsey saw the two papers, he was impressed with his own insightful judgment; it was definitely the right decision to change her major so decisively.

She single-handedly managed to keep the difficult old man on the job, even though she didn't need any connections in the culinary department.

Dempsey stamped the two sheets of paper, handed a plaque to Jiang Si, and said with satisfaction, "Study hard, and strive to crush the culinary departments of the First, Second, Third and Fourth Military Academies, and carry forward the culinary department of the Fifth Military Academy."

Jiang Si accepted the plaque granting her free access to the Fifth Military Academy, smiling sweetly, "I will work hard. Thank you, Director. I'll head back now."

"Wait a minute," Dempsey called out to her, lowering his voice to ask, "How did you manage to deal with those difficult old men in the culinary department?"

Jiang Si asked innocently and puzzled, "My teacher isn't difficult to deal with. Who said he was?"

"..." Dempsey: "Not difficult to deal with? Gong Ming, he's your teacher, right?"

Jiang Si nodded: "Yes, she is my teacher."

Dempsey asked doubtfully, "He's not difficult to deal with, is he?"

Jiang Si proved to her teacher: "He's not difficult at all; a few pieces of meat are all it takes."

A few pieces of meat are all it takes?

Dempsey had an idea: "Chief Jiang, do you have time to...?"

Jiang Si smiled gently, anticipating what he was about to say, and interrupted him before he could finish: "Director, the teacher told me to go back after completing the formalities, so I'll be going now, Director, goodbye."

"Hey, hey!" Dempsey called after her, and she zipped away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dempsey smacked her lips. Next time she had the chance, she would definitely make her cook some meat and see what kind of charm these pieces of meat had that made the difficult old man promote her to the second grade.

"Coach, coach, something terrible has happened, something terrible has happened!"

Chu Xi, carrying a food box, called out from a distance of her team's resting quarters.

The person hadn't arrived yet, but the sound had.

When the people arrived, they saw the 15 lieutenants of the Hunting Legion squatting in two rows of seven, with one squatting in the middle.

"What are you doing, abandoning your posts and loitering at the head coach's door? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the head coach?"

Chu Xi jogged over to them, shocked and puzzled. Had these dozen or so people overdosed on nutrient solutions or supplements? Why were they squatting around like a dozen large dogs outside the head coach's office instead of training or at their posts?

Leia, who was squatting in the middle, had sharp eyes and noticed the food box in Chu Xi's hand. He stood up, patted his butt, and rubbed his hands together obsequiously, saying with a smile, "Chu Xi, I see I come to your place a few times a month. What's that thing you're carrying? Can you share some with me?"

Chu Xi was puzzled and wondered what reason these people had for squatting at the commander's door, unafraid of being punished by him.

"This is from the lady for the commander-in-chief. Do you dare to take it?" Chu Xi held up the small food box in her hand, avoiding Leia's outstretched hand.

The vice-generals, who had been waiting outside their commander's door for almost three hours, suddenly turned their eyes to the small food box in his hand and said in unison with a sour tone, "Madam is so biased."

The lady sent something to the commander-in-chief at noon, and the commander-in-chief kept it for himself. How long has it been since then, and now he's sending something again?

Who's being biased?

Agares opened the door, his tall figure standing proudly like a pine tree, exuding a cold aura as he stood in the doorway.

The dozen or so deputy generals immediately stood at attention and raised their hands in salute: "Greetings, Commander-in-Chief."

Agares remained expressionless, his dark eyes sweeping over them. He raised his wrist, which was gripping the personal terminal, and said in a deep, flat voice: "Vice General Leia, Vice General Sizhang, Vice General Rong Mengping, you 15 people have been absent from your posts for three hours, 5 minutes, and 30 seconds."

"According to Article 425 of the Imperial Criminal Code, if a commander or duty officer leaves his post without authorization or neglects his duty, causing serious consequences, he shall be sentenced to imprisonment for a term of not more than three years without liberty."