Not long ago, Shan Bing, who was just starting to learn cooking, was perplexed by his own skills.
In truth, strictly speaking, Shan Bing wasn't entirely clueless about cooking. Having lived the single life, naturally, he had some cooking skills—though admittedly quite rough, more like throwing all the ingredients into a pot, simmering them, and then eating.
If there was no pot, he could also cook in a helmet. Being a veteran soldier, Shan Bing had plenty of experience with this.
This method naturally had no flavor to speak of, especially when stewing in a helmet, adding a few chunks of hard rations, and the result tasted not much different from swill.
This was Shan Bing's culinary foundation. He wasn't entirely unable to cook; he could cook—although this method didn't really qualify as cooking, at least he could stomach it, so he never felt anything was wrong.
Until he personally attempted more earnest cooking.
That's when the consequences of his old habits began to show.
