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When the military chef saw the commander of the outpost wander into the makeshift kitchen, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. 'Shit! He hasn't figured out I've been secretly munching on our supplies, has he?!'
Although the 'crime' would only get him reprimanded at most, when it came to their dead-faced commander, even a supposedly light scolding could last for hours, and none of the troops in the outpost wanted to go through such an ordeal.
Moreover, given the incident that happened earlier, the chef was sure that the commander wouldn't be in a particularly pleasant mood, and he naturally wouldn't want to irk the man at this time.
"Commander Rudolph! A-Are you here to taste-test today's dinner? Or would you like to change today's menu? W-We haven't started yet, so there's still time to make any changes you like!"
Thank you for all your support! >///<