Thank goodness, the timing was just right. Lin Yiran breathed a sigh of relief and didn't move an inch, even though she was covered in sweat.
but.
An Peipei, who was standing next to her, blinked, then pointed to the dishes Lin Yiran had made, and then to the dishes she had made.
When Lin Yiran looked over, her eyes widened in surprise!
What the heck?
An Peipei prepared four dishes and one soup: a dish of sliced bananas with green grapes, a dish of cold tomatoes with white sugar, a mixed stew, and a refreshing lemon juice.
It couldn't be simpler; she even had time to fry a few eggs.
Lin Yiran closed her eyes, feeling extremely regretful. She should have asked An Peipei beforehand. If she had known it would be so easy to pass, she wouldn't have had to work so hard making four complicated dishes.
Looking at the other people's dishes, they were similar to An Peipei's, mostly cold dishes that didn't require cooking. Their drinks were also made from instant beverage packets from StarCraft, with various added nutrients.
Then Lin Yiran watched as the nutrition teacher took an instrument and walked over to each of the foods to test which person's food had the highest nutritional content.
Sadly, although Lin Yiran's food looked and tasted good, it...
The nutritional balance is not particularly outstanding compared to the meals prepared by so many people!
This was truly unexpected for Lin Yiran.
Fortunately, there was a final on-site voting session.
All the students present could take out their lunchboxes and eat the food prepared by the students competing in the competition. They could choose whichever food they wanted, and in the end, they would be given a score.
This is also to prevent food waste.
Because each of them prepared enough food for one hundred people, they simply couldn't finish it all.
I reckon the cafeteria won't even need to cook lunch today! There's enough food from these big pots to go around.
It's certainly convenient. Plus, you can have a full meal.
Many people brought their rice bowls to Lin Yiran to get their food because the food she made looked delicious, especially the stir-fried green peppers and shredded pork, which looked fragrant and spicy and very appetizing. The braised eggplant was also very tasty, glistening with oil. The tomato and egg soup at the end was still hot and should be delicious as well.
In short, most people come to eat the food made by Lin Yiran.
The rest of the people went to eat the big pot stew. Except for the fact that too much seasoning was added, the big pot stew was delicious no matter how it was cooked, so there was no need to worry about the taste.
Then came the final voting stage. Fortunately, Lin Yiran won first place this time, and according to the overall score, she was one of the three logistics soldiers.
Fortunately, An Peipei was also selected, ranking third. The second place went to a boy who looked thin and small, but was very strong and cooked exceptionally well. He was also selected as a logistics soldier.
With that, the competition ended, and what awaits them is grueling training.
Fortunately, the training load for the logistics soldiers wasn't heavy.
Lin Yiran read Jin Shuo's training standards for mecha soldiers and realized that being a mecha soldier was not something ordinary people could do; one had to be able to endure hardship and could not have the slightest bit of laziness.
Laziness leads to regression, and regression means that countless military academy students will squeeze in to take your place.
The school team has about sixty people in total, including ten logistics soldiers. There are senior students, and because three of them graduated, three more were recruited.
Lin Yiran and her friends were lucky; otherwise, these kinds of events are usually attended by upperclassmen.
The training is conducted in a unified location.
The leaders of the First Military Academy specially allocated them a military site for simulated training and live-fire exercises.
It includes a sand field and saline-alkali land, as well as an environment that simulates the Forest of Hope, a back garden full of mutated plants.
Of course, these are all simulated environments, and they are different from the real ones. They are pitifully small, only a few tens of thousands of square meters in total.
Lin spent three peaceful weeks inside.
Her task remained easy.
Every morning, the captain would lead them in a running training session, then they would start making breakfast. After that, they would drive a land vehicle to the camp five kilometers away to deliver food to Jin Shuo and the others. This was a simulated wartime environment, with camps set up in the rear. As for Jin Shuo and the others, they were the personnel who went to the front line and did not live with Lin Yiran and the others.
After delivering the food, we train for two more hours, then start making lunch and delivering it to them, followed by dinner.
In conclusion.
Logistics soldiers can't escape cooking.
Don't think Lin Yiran is idle and has a sense of being neglected. If you really understand the battlefield, you wouldn't think that way.
One of the most common tactics used on ancient battlefields was to burn the enemy's granaries, cutting off their food supplies and escape routes, thereby starving hundreds of thousands of people to death.
This is a very clever and effortless method.
Therefore, logistics soldiers have always been very important. The captain has emphasized to them more than once that they must not run away even if the enemy comes. If they do run away, they must take all the weapons with them, because they are responsible for guarding the weapons. They have 70% of the firepower of the entire team, which is all the ammunition in the team. If they lose it, it will be more terrible than losing food in this interstellar society.
After all, without those high-tech weapons, a wall made of human flesh wouldn't be enough to withstand a single blast.
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What do you look forward to most during training?
Perhaps Lin Yiran's teammates have a lot of say.
The question they asked most often during training was: "Fatty, what time is it? Is it almost lunchtime?"
The fat guy sneered and lay motionless in the grass, occasionally firing a shot at the other side: "Come on, what time is it? How can it be lunchtime? Stop tempting me, now that you mention it, I feel hungry again. Damn, I missed, it's all your fault for distracting me."
"Oh, it's alright, you missed, you missed. I'll make up for it for you." With that, he fired a shot and hit the enemy on the other side.
"Hey, what do you think we're going to eat tonight?"
Fatty: "What do you like to eat? Training ended early today, let's take some fruit to bribe that newbie and ask her to make steamed buns for us tomorrow night, with eggplant and minced meat filling, they're super delicious!"
"The steamed buns are delicious, but I still want to eat stir-fried dishes. I like green vegetables. The mixed vegetable pancakes she made last time were pretty good. They smell so good that I'm craving them now."
Fatty: "I don't mind if it's a pancake, as long as it's made by that new logistics soldier. I'm not kidding, her cooking skills are really good. The commander-in-chief really made the right choice by hiring her this time!"
"Yeah, yeah, hey? Fatty, why did you kick me? You didn't even hit anyone, so you can't just kick me!"
Fatty: "Who kicked you? Don't make false accusations!"
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