Xinghe was still eating, and Gao Yuan, who decided to turn his grief and anger into an appetite, officially started his meal.
After gnawing on dry rations for several days without having a proper hot meal, now that he got to eat the hot and fragrant grilled meat, Gao Yuan could truly appreciate the joy of being alive.
"This lamb is delicious, it doesn't seem like frozen meat."
"Of course it's not frozen meat, this is freshly slaughtered lamb. We have thousands of tons of reserved meat frozen in our food storage, but since we knew you couldn't get fresh meat, we prepared live lambs for you. This time, we have three hundred lambs, and maybe another five hundred can be brought in tomorrow. Don't worry, you can eat fresh meat for a few days while you're here."
The military officer who accompanied them at the meal chuckled and said something that shocked Gao Yuan.
"What? Live lambs? Where did you get them?"
