"Very well, come on, eat more; this is your lunch."
"I believe you'd rather have a few more pieces of chicken than fill up on snake meat, rat meat, or bugs, right?"
As Wang Ye cut a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth, he smiled.
Wang Ye didn't smile.
Although the raw chicken went into his mouth, it was transferred to his personal space after he closed his mouth.
But that meat had indeed come into contact with his tongue.
The taste was quite something.
The gaminess made Wang Ye feel a bit nauseous.
"Haha, Wang Ye, let me give you some advice, try some snake meat; the snakes we train are artificially bred, no parasites to worry about, and they're skinned and cleaned. It tastes better raw than chicken!"
Behind them, the class leader, Ge Hui, burst into laughter.
For seasoned soldiers, scenes like this were considered a reward.
Every year when new recruits joined, they loved to see this kind of excitement.
