Context: It’s 1950, Korean War. Mao’s son joins PVA. His commander Peng is like “bruh no, your dad will literally make me face the wall if you die” but Daddy Mao overrules him. So they stick him in “safe” HQ caves as a “secretary” (aka nepotism enjoyer).
The absolute PEAK of this story: my man decides to make egg fried rice IN BROAD DAYLIGHT when there’s explicit orders to only cook at night because, you know, US AIR SUPREMACY EXISTS 🇺🇸
Some B-26 chads doing their daily photo recon: “yo what’s that smoke coming from those caves? 👀”
Fortunately, American military industrial complex has solution: Spicy sky juice (napalm)
And China being China, they later threaten a beloved internet chef for daring to talk about fried rice, on this anniversary they don’t want anyone to remember. Successfully informing a new generation of this stupid historical event.
I found context on r*ddit:
And China being China, they later threaten a beloved internet chef for daring to talk about fried rice, on this anniversary they don’t want anyone to remember. Successfully informing a new generation of this stupid historical event.
I don’t blame him, egg fried rice is worth a little risk.