Watching the soldiers scoop their meals onto shallow wooden plates, Perfikot couldn't help but frown, feeling an indescribable sense of awfulness.
It's not that there was a problem with this arrangement; rather, it's the mess hall cook who ladled a spoonful of stew—marinated meat stewed until mush, mixed with potatoes, corn, and various other vegetables—onto each wooden plate, which reminded Perfikot easily of pig slop.
By the way, this food standard was truly worse than pig slop in her original world.
But for the grassroots soldiers of this era, this was already a rare feast. At least today's bread did not have them chewing on wood chips and stones but instead offered quality black bread without those bizarre inedible things mixed in.
Although it tasted slightly sour, this grade of bread was usually something one could only eat after winning a battle or when someone came to offer military support.
