"I never thought that a place inhabited by a bunch of stinky old men in the army would cater to different tastes. If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have even noticed."
The chubby one was relishing his food as he spoke to Blade Warrior. Indeed, he had spent a not-so-short amount of time in the cooking squad, but his role was completely that of an assistant cook. He had never really considered the question of how salty or bland the food should be. You just do as you're told by the higher-ups and that's that.
At this thought, the chubby Zhang Xiaobo looked at Sky Shadow with a puzzled expression, asking if it was the same case for super soldiers.
"How could our meals be the same as those of ordinary soldiers?"
"Hey, I was thinking, aside from other things, the food for a super soldier must be really OK, right?"
"It's not so much that it's tasty, but super soldiers pay more attention to nutrition."
"Is the difference that big?"
