Traveling Through the Stars

Feng Ling smiled lightly and said, "You can try other dishes."

Roger also said: "They are all cold dishes, light."

Luo Bi looked at the other cold dishes, and she felt refreshed when she saw the green ones. This was because her conditions had improved after getting married. In the past, her parents' family background was average, so they could eat cold dishes in the cold winter.

But this can't stop Luo Bi from eating cold dishes often in winter.

There was a plate of cold vermicelli with green vegetables, a plate of cold lotus root, and a plate of green vegetables with green onion. Luo Bi took a chopstick of the dish and chewed it in her mouth before swallowing it.

"How is it?" Tang Shao asked.

Tang Shao paid interstellar coins, and he was most concerned about whether everyone was eating well.

Luo Bi didn't know what to say. Everyone looked over and saw that Luo Bi was the only one who couldn't get rid of the whole table. The private food club at the garrison base is a popular place for everyone to eat, and it tastes good. However, Luo Bi's place hit a wall.

"It's not clear." Luo Bi said.

Wei Yang on the other side of Tang Shao picked up a chopstick and ate it in his mouth: "It's very light!"

"It's made with oil." Luo Bi pointed out and said, "The oil is not good. It loses the freshness of the cold salad and is a bit greasy."

The Thunder Flame warriors had nothing to say. They ate well, but Luo Bi was tired of eating. Why don't they put in more gas? !

"I eat cold vermicelli." Luo Bi stretched out her chopsticks.

Luo Bi was not good with chopsticks, so Fengling said, "I'll do it."

Fengling took a small plate as big as a palm and added a small plate of cold vermicelli to Luo Bi. There was no chili, just a little green vegetables and vermicelli. Fengling put the small plate in front of Luo Bi.

Luo Bi picked up a chopstick and ate: "It doesn't taste salty."

Not eating this one, Tang Shao brought another dish of cold lotus root to Luo Bi: "I tried it, it's very crispy."

"Don't eat anything sweet." Luo Bi said, "I don't eat sweet food."

Tang Shao: "...Sweet."

Luo Bi: "...What's going on?!"

The Leiyan warriors were speechless, yes, what's going on? !

The table was full of dishes, but none of them suited Luo Bi's taste.

During this meal, the Leiyan warriors enjoyed themselves a lot, but Tang Shao didn't treat Luo Bi well.

The nutritional energy of imperial concubine pork is high enough! People can’t eat it anymore.

The other dishes were also not to the taste, and Luo Bi wasn't even full. The problem was to make do with what she had! It wasn't very tasty, so I had to make do with it. Luo Bi hesitated and ate some chili pepper and minced garlic.

Fengling didn't stop her anymore. Fengling couldn't figure out what ingredients Luo Bi liked to eat.

Luo Bi could eat barbecue before, but now she gets a headache every time she eats it. Fengling frowned and could only take his time. He wanted to extend Luo Bi's life. He couldn't eat barbecue now, so he had to put more thought into it.

Next, Luo Bi had a bad headache, and everyone quickly ate and went to General Qi's supply warehouse.

When the cold wind blew on the road, Luo Bi's headache became lighter.

At this time, several imperial concubine pigs had been packed out. It was late at night and it was snowing. Admiral Qi asked Tang Shao to quickly divide the imperial concubine pigs. This portion was interesting.

One of the little pigs was given to Luo Bi whole, and the rest of the pig trotters were also given to Luo Bi.

Luo Bi had the nerve to say, "You don't have to give them all to me. Just take out two pig's trotters."

Tang Shao took out two pig's trotters and gave one to Roger. He kept the other pig's trotter without sharing it, and everyone didn't care. They guessed that General Qi had other plans, maybe for Zhan Di.

Zhan Diyeqiang's gene was injured and he has not recovered yet.

If there is any good stuff, the military department will share it with Zhandi and Roger.

Everyone knows in their hearts that no one cares about this.