What dish is this?

At noon in the military camp, Zhao Chengxian and his two chief guards led their men to search the encampment. Zhao Chengxian, accompanied by seven or eight falsely accused soldiers, searched the northwestern corner of the camp, where the mess hall and the cooks' quarters were located. The searching soldiers were filled with righteous indignation, swearing to find the mastermind who had framed them.

Entering the kitchen, Zhao Chengxian saw a dozen cooks preparing meals, which seemed nearly ready. He carefully observed the cooks' familiarity and skill in handling the ingredients. Because the cooks' faces were blackened with soot and smoke, their true features were obscured, which was a major reason Zhao Chengxian had chosen to search the northwestern corner.

One furious soldier asked the cooks in a harsh tone, "Have you seen Poli? If you see him, capture him immediately! Anyone who dares to let Poli escape privately will be charged with treason and aiding the enemy!" Having been betrayed by someone they trusted, their mood was predictably wretched. Remembering how they had once sincerely regarded Poli as a good brother and comrade-in-arms, they felt an indescribable sense of bitterness and disgust.

Understanding their feelings, Zhao Chengxian knew that the ordinary cooks were innocent and should not be treated so harshly. Therefore, he said in a gentle tone, "Everyone, if you see Poli, please report to the General's main tent and inform this Prince. Remember, do not confront him directly, as it could be life-threatening!" Zhao Chengxian's humane leadership won the favor of the men.

As he observed closely, Zhao Chengxian noticed a cook washing vegetables who, unlike the others, did not raise his head to smile at him upon hearing his words, but instead lowered his head even further. Smiling, Zhao Chengxian walked over to the cook. Noticing that the man's build was similar to the Poli he had seen the previous night in the abandoned palace of the Linyan Kingdom, Zhao Chengxian asked with a composed smile, "Brother, what kind of vegetables are you washing?"

The soldiers looked at Zhao Chengxian in bewilderment. At a time like this, he was actually concerned about what vegetables they were eating, which inevitably caused the soldiers to show some expressions of dissatisfaction. How could they know that Zhao Chengxian had spotted a flaw and was conducting an investigation?

Keeping his head down, the man replied calmly, "Replying to Your Highness, this lowly one is washing cabbage!" In truth, what he was washing was mustard greens. Zhao Chengxian knew at once that a person consumed by hatred could neither enjoy life nor care about such trivial matters.

All the cooks realized that this man had named the wrong vegetable. Upon closer inspection of his build and appearance, they discovered he was not the brother they worked alongside day in and day out.

Maintaining his smile, Zhao Chengxian said, "These are mustard greens, not cabbage. No wonder His Highness Prince Poli would pay no mind to such trivial details!"

With a swift movement, Zhao Chengxian grabbed the man by the shoulder. Refusing to yield, Poli lunged forward, immediately turning to exchange blows with Zhao Chengxian. Knowing that Poli's martial arts skills were likely formidable, Zhao Chengxian had been on guard. Instantly, the kitchen turned into a battlefield. Zhao Chengxian attempted to strike Poli with a palm, but Poli dodged, causing the strike to shatter a vegetable shelf instead. Fortunately, everyone had scrambled out of the way in time.

At that moment, the soldiers rushed forward to assist Zhao Chengxian. Taking advantage of the melee while the soldiers engaged Poli, Zhao Chengxian struck Poli's paralysis pressure point, freezing him in place. He then ordered the soldiers to hoist Poli onto their shoulders and carry him to the main tent for interrogation.

Though immobilized, Poli could still speak. As he was being carried away, he roared, "Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" Two soldiers carried him as if he were a sack of cargo, showing not an ounce of human dignity, his hands and feet bound so he could not move.

An impatient soldier shouted at Poli, "You bastard! You caused the death of General Huancheng and almost branded us as traitors collaborating with the enemy. You deserve to die a thousand times over! If you say another word, I'll kill you right now—do you believe me?"

Knowing that the soldiers meant what they said, Poli clamped his mouth shut and ceased his shouting.