[Chapter 227 I Don’t Believe This Soy Milk Is Sweet]

The assassins couldn’t help but sigh: “This plate is really bad. I don’t think the food distributed here is better than the animals.”

As soon as these words were said, the vanguard prisoners of war next to them looked at them with strange eyes, and for a while. He didn’t speak, and after a long time, a prisoner of war whispered: “Don’t talk nonsense, the food we eat here is no worse than that of the little nobles in the desert kingdom.”

“What?” The assassins suspected that their ears were There is no problem: “What did you say?” The

prisoner of war said: “I said, we are eating aristocratic rice here!” The

assassin seriously suspected that he was hallucinating. These prisoners of war were brainwashed by the enemy country and they were talking nonsense.

An assassin solemnly reminded the prisoner of war: “I said, are you out of your mind? Or do you know nothing about what the nobles eat? The nobles of our desert kingdom can often eat vegetables picked in the green state. Being a prisoner of war here, you can still eat vegetables…” Before

he had time to complain, he saw that the fastest prisoners of war had already sent their dinner back, carrying plates of rice from the assassins. passed before them.

On the crude iron plate, there was a piece of bread, two boiled potatoes, two greens, and a cup, which was filled with milky white liquid, I don’t know what it was.

The eyes of the assassins were immediately attracted by the two green vegetables. The bread and potatoes were not important anymore, only the two green vegetables were too dazzling! This… this thing in the desert kingdom, only the green state can produce that little bit, and that little bit of vegetables are all from the nobles, where can ordinary people eat it?

Ordinary people just eat the pie obediently! Even if I occasionally improve the food, that is, eat some mutton, camel meat, etc. to celebrate the festival, how can I be qualified to eat green vegetables.

“I’m Fake!” An assassin couldn’t help but scolded in a low voice, “I’m dazzled, damn

it.”

“This is actually something for prisoners of war?” Even the always calm and rational Assassin leader could not help but wipe his sweat: “I haven’t eaten this thing a few times.” The

Assassin leader doesn’t have a noble title yet, Qing Cai This is something that I can occasionally have a meal with when the big people eat, and I can’t eat it often.

Assassins thought: What’s wrong?

A prisoner of war said with a smile: “It’s not surprising about green vegetables. After all, the Kingdom of Gran is not a desert. It’s not as difficult to grow green vegetables as in our desert kingdom. Besides, you have never seen Godfather’s miracle. In winter, digging Open the snow and sow seeds on the permafrost below, the next day… the green vegetables on the hillside that grow up, the first time I saw it, I almost pissed my pants.” The

assassin frowned: ” If you call him Godfather in front of him in order to save your life, I can understand, but when you are talking to us now, shouldn’t you call him Robert? Have you already collaborated with the enemy and betrayed your country?” The

vanguard prisoners of war suffered bitterly The face said: “I saw what he did, and I couldn’t help but screamed, okay, it’s my fault, I’ll call him Robert, okay? The newcomer, let me tell you, this Robert is farming It’s too ferocious. If you plant it today and harvest it tomorrow, anything that can grow in the fields is completely worthless in his hands. Green vegetables are nothing? Let me tell you, what is really valuable on my plate is this cup. Soymilk in it.”

“What is this?” The assassins stared at the cup: “It’s called soymilk. As the name suggests, it’s made from beans, right? What’s so great about it?

” Grinding into pulp is nothing special.” The prisoner of war said solemnly: “However, adding sugar in it, oh oh oh, that’s amazing, this is something that the nobles of our desert kingdom may not have the opportunity to eat, but, in Here, we can eat sweet soy milk every five days, hahaha, once every five days! Hahaha!”

After hearing this, the assassins couldn’t help but change their faces, sugar?

There is no need to say how precious sugar is! More valuable than vegetables and tougher than gold!

This is something that even the nobles of the desert kingdom dare not eat casually, because a bite of candy is a bite of gold, and a big family can’t afford to eat it like this.

Unexpectedly, did the people here actually bring sugar and melt it in soy milk for the prisoners of war to drink?

Do not! This is impossible! These two prisoners of war must be lying to me, I have to taste it with my own mouth.

An assassin rushed to the food distribution window. A lazy-faced prison guard put a piece of bread, two potatoes, two greens, and a cup of soy milk on his iron plate, and said, “Next!”

His expression Indifferent, seems to be doing normal things, not at all careful when distributing food.

The assassin saw that when the prison guard was distributing potatoes, the spoon in his hand was stained with a piece of broken potato the size of half a ping pong ball. With the swing of the spoon, the piece of broken potato actually fell to the ground.

The assassin didn’t even care about his own status, and cried out in distress: “You! You waste food. Food is a gift from God. You will be condemned by God like this.”

“Oh? Did you lose a piece?” The prison guard spread his hands: “It’s really not good to waste food. If you don’t mind picking up something on the ground to eat, I’ll give you that piece of potato. Pick it up

quickly .” Putting it in his own iron plate, the potatoes got a little bit of mud on the ground, but the assassin didn’t care, and he didn’t know how many times he ate bread covered with sand in the desert kingdom, which was not a problem at all.

There was only joy in his heart, and he couldn’t help but sigh: “God of the desert! Thank you for giving me an extra piece of potato.

” The prison guard was very dissatisfied: “I didn’t understand it when I was in the church. After listening to Godfather’s words, I felt more and more that something was wrong. The gods have cut off all the efforts we humans have made. , it seems that he gave it to us, but in fact, it was all earned by our own hard work.”

The assassin pretended not to hear the complaints, and now he is powerless to defend his gods, so he can only return to the prisoners of war with the iron plate, first of all, he picked up the cup of soy milk, and snorted coldly: “I’m not a meow. I believe that someone will give candy to prisoners of war, if this soy milk is sweet, I will show you a striptease.”

After speaking, he put the cup to his mouth, tilted his neck, and poured it in.

[End of This Chapter]