Even though the group from the Trinity Institute was able to eat meals during the past few days, they were having the leftovers the Pyro Company soldiers could not finish. Furthermore, the large pot of rice had gotten cold after being taken out for nearly an hour.
In the current season, they were already very cold due to the weather. If they were to have a cold meal on top of that, you could just imagine how unbearable that felt. Moreover, there was as good as no meat in the leftover rice. At most, the cooks would just pour some meat broth over it. But now, their mess tins were covered by large servings of braised chicken cubes, and the rice was also a nice soy sauce color due to the meat broth, making it look extremely appetizing.
Pierre and the others gobbled up their food while harping, “Milo, you really have a way with people. You can even get along with the people of the Pyro Company.”
As everyone had not bathed for many days, and having to eat and sleep in the truck, their faces were now very dirty. They looked no different from the escapees.
Milo opened up a mess tin and handed it to Nicholai. “Elder, eat while it’s hot...”
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