One Porridge and One Meal Is Hard to Come by

Chef Luo looked to be in his forties or fifties. He looked simple and honest, as if he had suffered a lot, but he didn't seem to fit in with the dark night.

However, Shen Weiyang did not think too much about it. There were too many stories about people who stayed in the dark night.

Now that she heard his instructions, she remembered the way he was sweating while cooking. She immediately nodded. "Don't worry. I will send it there steadily."

Chef Luo nodded and went back to his work.

Shen Weiyang pushed the small cart that did not require much effort to go to the closed training base.

When they first met, the dozen or so pretty and clean girls looked like they were rolling out of a mud pile. They were all dirty and had a tired aura from the inside out.

It seemed that the training here was very tough.

But Shen Weiyang looked a little envious.