Love has never conquered any heart as mercilessly as chicken slices conquered everyone’s favourite recipe of Caesar salad. Naked prawns or stupid scallops are in no way the bird’s rivals. The salad recipe is conquered by chicken beings once and for all. But Caesar the Emperor pokes his head out of greenish wet salad leaves, in sadness. He feels so feeble right now on this glass-whitening plate. Because when fate’s mouth gapes, he would never dare to spring off the fork’s sharp ends.