The army rations are actually quite decent. Although the taste might fall far short of what you'd get in a tavern, there's never any shortage of meat or vegetables, and there's always enough to fill you up.
The rest is well enough, but after all this time in the army, Shen Hao still couldn't get used to the soup noodles here. The soupy, watery texture was strange—certainly sufficient to fill his belly, but if he had a choice, he would never eat the soup noodles.
Three flatbreads and a big basin of pork leg boiled in saltwater. The flatbreads were rather dry—a test of one's teeth—and the hind leg meat was chopped into fist-sized chunks, skewered on a fork and eaten by hand. Then, with a large pot of tea, that was what qualified as a feast for Inspector Chief Officer Shen Hao.
