"Stand up and say it louder." Leo was very interested in what he had said, pointing at him as he encouraged him.
"O-okay..." Encouraged by Leo, Koby seemed even more nervous. He stood up and stammered, "Maybe we can count how much food we used today, then distribute that amount among each department. That way, everyone only needs to prepare that much. Even if it isn't enough, that'll be the next batch's problem."
Of course, the Revolutionary Army's cooking squad could not possibly be unaware of how much food had been consumed that day.
But tallying that day's consumption and preparing the same amount in advance for the next day was indeed an excellent solution.
Previously, they had been constrained by certain blind spots in their thinking and had never considered it. But once Koby said it, everyone remembered it and understood the benefits of doing so.
The cooking squad did not cook all the food at once.
Instead, they prepared it according to batch after batch of diners.
For example, if the first group consisted of twenty thousand people, they had to prepare meals for those twenty thousand. Yet even then, since those twenty thousand arrived at the dining hall in batches, the food could be further divided into five to eight rounds and served continuously.
Westerners had it easier when it came to meals. It was mainly bread and jam, with some smoked meat and ham.
But the Revolutionary Army's meals were relatively plentiful. There was rice that Leo liked, bread that Westerners liked, and various dishes that had to be cooked and placed in one square pan after another. People then lined up with iron trays and scooped out however much they wanted to eat. These dishes tasted pretty good mixed with rice or eaten with bread.