Rice and white flour, I didn't even dare to think about it.
Wei Ziang has been in the army for four years, eating coarse wheat bread and various boiled vegetables. He might not even get to eat meat once a month.
Only occasionally on missions could he take the opportunity to hunt and improve his diet a bit.
Later, because of meritorious service, starting from a squad leader, he got one to two days off each month, where he could go to the city to rest and have a good meal.
But now, watching millet 'shush', bags and bags of rice and white flour, and noodles appeared before him, Wei Ziang felt his nerves tingle.
He had stayed in the space for a long time, but what he saw were supplies that had been shrunk countless times, stored in the warehouse.
Even if Ling'er harvested something, it would swoosh over his head and go straight into the granary.
He only knew that the space had a lot of grains, but he never had a concept of how much it really was.
