When Samantha first took over the Cole Group, she was so swamped with work that she had no appetite. The only thing she could stomach was soup.Knowing this restaurant was famous for its creamy shrimp and corn soup, I spent some time learning the recipe from the head chef.Unfortunately, I truly had no talent for cooking. Every day, I either burned my hands, nicked my fingers, or got smacked in the face by live, wriggling shrimp.Watching the way I handled a knife, Brandon, one of my subordinates, once remarked with a speechless expression, "Joshua, you're removing a shrimp vein, not dismantling a human spine."In the end, Brandon and the rest of the comrades who had fought through thick and thin with me were forced to taste every version of my soup. It was so terrible they nearly rolled their eyes into the back of their heads.After several attempts, I finally mastered the dish. Then I went to find Samantha with a lunchbox in hand.She was reviewing documents. I took it upon mys
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