Master Niu led Xiao Mo toward the stoves.
Xiao Mo's ears were filled with the clatter of pots and pans, the sizzle of oil, and the sounds of stir-frying...
"You little Human Race thing, you got a name?" Master Niu asked.
"I do." Xiao Mo nodded. "My name is Xiao Mo. The 'Xiao' is the one with the grass radical, and the 'Mo' is the one that means ink."
Master Niu waved a hoof. "You don't need to tell me all that. I can't read. As long as I know how to say it, that's good enough."
Xiao Mo: "..."
"My name is Niu Dali. I'm real strong, so they call me Dali. I'm only gonna tell you the rules here and the important rules of the mansion once, so you better remember 'em."
Master Niu stood with his hooves clasped behind his back and began to speak.
"First! There are four head chefs in this kitchen. I'm one of 'em."
"You see these two stoves in the middle?"
