Ignis declared proudly, slamming the ladle against his chest. "You threaten to sabotage my arrays if I do not feed your boys? Good! A commander who does not prioritize the caloric intake of her troops is a commander unfit to lead! Welcome to the furnace, Vanguard Leader! We like your attitude!"
Ji'an stood frozen, her silver-flecked eyes wide, processing the absolute, spectacular cultural whiplash.
'They aren't mad,' Ji'an's internal monologue stuttered, the defensive walls she had built up over the last month suddenly wavering. 'They're not offended by my lack of manners. They literally love it. They are just a bunch of heavily armed, muscle-bound culinary enthusiasts.'
For the first time since she had transmigrated into this brutal, polite, deeply passive-aggressive cultivation world, Lin Ji'an felt a sudden, overwhelming surge of genuine kinship.
She slowly lowered her spatula.
The fierce, tyrannical scowl melted off her face, replaced by a look of almost suspicious hope.
