Capital City, within a majestic little villa.
A guard rushed in, his tone quite heavy, and said to Li Xiangjin.
"General, Li Xiangqian. Li Xiangshang, and some elders of the Li Family are to be executed by firing squad today. Will you go pay your last respects?"
Upon hearing the words "firing squad," Li Xiangjin, who always maintained a calm and undisturbed expression, suddenly showed signs of agitation. He found it very hard to bear but was helpless to change anything.
He waved his hand, signaling for the guard to leave.
Then he called out, "Head chef!"
A few seconds later, a man dressed as a chef walked in.
"General, you called for me."
"Take out that bottle of wine I've been saving, and make a bowl of Zhajiang noodles, a plate of soy-braised beef, use chicken for the sauce in the Zhajiang noodles, make the sauce mild with plentiful meat, and use old yellow cow meat for the soy-braised beef, not too salty, without heavy spices."