The Imperial Guards had a separate cafeteria inside the imperial palace. Meals were served at six-thirty. After training ended at six, they had half an hour to shower, change clothes, and rest before eating.
The daily meal combinations were decided by the cafeteria, and they could not order specific dishes.
According to Zhou Xu's line of thinking, meals were also part of the soldiers' training. Their diet emphasized balanced nutrition while replenishing the energy they had expended throughout the day.
The menu for each day was basically fixed.
If the soldiers were allowed to order whatever they wanted, and only picked the foods they liked, how could they ensure balanced nutrition?
Locke ate with them today as well. Holding his tray, he went through the serving line, then looked at the food on his tray with an expression that seemed to say something but stopped short.
John noticed his expression and was rather bewildered.
Their cafeteria served fixed meals, it was true, but whether it was the chef's skill or the dishes served each day, everything was far better than the cafeterias outside Great Zhou, let alone the food in their village. Could it be that their clan leader was still dissatisfied?
"Clan leader, is the food not to your liking?"
"No."
Locke shook his head, then looked at John with a strange expression.
"Wasn't braised pork trotter supposed to be served today?"
"!!!"
At that moment, John felt as if even his brain were trembling.
Sitting on the other side, Sain casually asked,
"What? Clan leader, you wanted braised pork trotter?"
Hearing that, John's heart clenched violently. Before Locke or Sain could say anything else, he hurriedly gave two heavy dry coughs.
"Well... The market might have run out of pork trotters today. I like braised chicken pieces too.