"Our dinner tonight is flatbreads and rice, come on."
Cao Zhenjiang placed a stack of thin pancakes on the table and tapped a large basin, saying, "No vegetables, no meat, just rice and flour. You'll just have to make do."
Panxin picked up a pancake and took the only spoon, placed the braised rice on the pancake, rolled it up, and stuffed it in his mouth. After chewing a bit, he continued, "Eating it this way isn't too bad."
With great frustration, Li Jingang said, "How do these Indians even survive? No meat, no veggies is one thing, but not even having a spoon, I really can't fathom it."
Taking the only spoon, tossing a bunch of rice onto a pancake, Li Jingang also rolled it up.
It wasn't that the flatbread wrapped with rice tasted better, but because eating this way was more convenient.
"Let's talk about the enemy situation."
Gao Yuan hadn't eaten anything; if he started, others would have nothing left, so he planned to hold a combat meeting while others were eating.
