The Techniques
"What do you mean you can't copy it?!" Manager Fu shouted, his eyes red with frustration.
One of the chefs took a piece of fried chicken from the basket on the table.
"This… it's something we've never seen before," the chef said, staring at the food as if it were gold. "The ingredients, the method… it's otherworldly! Just look at how shiny it is! And the smell alone tells you it's incredibly delicious."
"So what if you haven't seen it before?! Just do your job and copy it!" Manager Fu roared, his voice booming through the kitchen. "Or do you not want your jobs anymore?!"
Hearing this, the chefs finally sprang into action. They couldn't afford to lose their jobs, as they had mouths to feed.
Watching them work, Manager Fu scoffed. "Worthless," he muttered angrily as he walked toward the door. As he opened it, he found his assistant Alek waiting outside.
"Manager Fu," Alek greeted him with a bow.