Lin Jingjing sat on a small stool, listlessly flipping the enoki mushrooms and greens on the wire rack.
'Why is everything happening today? How come no one ever came to inspect the back mountain before?'
'But today, of all days, they show up.'
With a group of leaders here, the pressure on them was immense.
The three of them lowered their heads in silence, focusing only on flipping the food on the grill.
The nearby chickens were about done marinating. Feng He and Mo Xuan skewered them one by one with sharpened, clean sticks, then planted them in the ground.
Once that was done, they threw firewood into the pit, stoked the fire, and started roasting.
Feng He continuously basted the outside of the chickens with honey water.
"How long have you been in the logistics department?" General Zhang asked.
"Two or three months, I guess," Lin Jingjing replied.
'They're new recruits. No wonder their discipline is a bit lacking.'
