Captain Li chuckled. 'Yep, that's them alright.'
Normally, the moment they stepped into the kitchen, they were like lit sticks of dynamite, ready to curse someone out.
They'd complain about this and that, always irritable and short-fused.
Today, after being accused of slacking off, they seemed even more furious.
After two hours of hard work in the kitchen, the five of them were finally able to sit down at a table in the mess hall with their food.
Perhaps too exhausted to speak, the five of them sat there, quietly eating with their chopsticks.
They gave off the aura of the living dead, causing anyone who passed by to do a double take.
The sheer resentment wafting off them was enough to sustain an Evil Sword Immortal.
The mass-cooked food wasn't particularly appetizing, and it all pretty much tasted the same.
'It's a mystery why the other soldiers think this stuff is any good.'
