"The flavor wasn't particularly amazing, but you could feel the simplest, most genuine enjoyment it brought us!"
Mr. Truman scooped up a large spoonful, his cheek still bulging as he spoke.
There was no denying that he was right. The flavor wasn't anything special, but everyone enjoyed it! This was a port, and there were far too many manual laborers working there. What these people needed was a meal that filled their stomachs, along with more oil and carbohydrates.
All of that could effectively help them overcome fatigue at work and hold out until the end of their shifts!
They didn't need all kinds of spices or flashy cooking techniques. All they needed was meat, fat, and wheat grains to fill their stomachs. That was all!
Heavy oil paired with dry-steamed wheat grains was simply incredible! The two of them didn't spend long eating there. It wasn't a place for conversation, either. Some people had recognized Mr. Truman, but they hadn't come over to disturb him.
For one thing, people in the Federation placed great importance on privacy and freedom. No one wanted others interfering with their lives, so naturally, they weren't overly eager to disturb other people's work and lives, either.
To put it more simply, they were actually very concerned that their rash actions might cause trouble for someone else.
Besides, those people who looked like they were not to be trifled with would never give anyone the chance to approach the president too closely. They were all highly professional security personnel, and supposedly held a License to Kill. No one would want to offend them!
Well, that was just a very ordinary joke with broad appeal.
There was something rather interesting about it.
The Federal people were always subconsciously badmouthing the Federal Government in various ways, including