The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 398

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Chapter 398 A Hearty Meal

His remark drew a maternal and won angem

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The atmosphere litters noticeably The soliders continued walking alongside Elizabeth, savoring the grapes in their hands with a careful, almond reverent appreciation, trading inks of quiet astonishment among themselves

The precise formation remained intact, but the invisible

between them and her had quietly dissolved

Elizabeth watched them with a broad smile, plucking a grape for herself. They really are the most wonderful people in the unive she thought Absolutely adorable

With laughter and chatter trailing behind them, the group arrived at the farm’s temporary cafeteria.

It was a recent expansion built from prefab panels and reinforced glass. The building was a long, rectangular square, unadorned and functional, yet sprawling across a fair bit of ground.

It was the height of the lunch rush. People streamed in and out of several entrances, and the smells drifting through the air had thickened into something far richer and more complex.

The sweet scent of carbs. The sharp, caramelized bite of frying oil. The clean, bright breath of flash–cooked vegetables. And layered over it all, a slow simmered fruit tea that curled into the nose and made their stomach growl on command. The combination hit like a wall of flavor.

For soldiers who had spent most of their careers eating efficient but monotonous rations, this kind of cooking, vibrant and unapologetically aromatic, was almost lethally attractive.

Taste buds that had only just recovered from the grapes now found themselves under a fresh assault.

More than a few stomachs betrayed their owners with soft, traitorous growls. Embarrassed looks flickered across some faces, but beneath the embarrassment lay something stronger. Anticipation.

Elizabeth pretended not to notice the chorus of stomach complaints She ushered them warmly through the side entrance into tre heart of the mess. Perfect timing You’ve hit lunch. The farm’s food is quite good! Everything comes from our own texas Freshand delirious Eat up, drink up, enjoy yourselves”

Inside, the none level swelled, and the food smells grew nearly overwhelming

The cafeteria was sparious and bright, filled with dozens of long tables and benches Simple but krubbed spotr va

About two thirds of the seats were occupied

There were agricultural workers in Coverats, fares still streaked with the sweat of the moching sh

A few women in aprons who looked like they drume from the processing plant

And here and there work younger than and women in cleaner clothes Adunutrative of technical dy probably

Most of them ate stude chatting quietly, their expressions relaxed and content

A handful of short line, had formed at the serving counters where a few cafeteria adres, in white apri Cheerful when y

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Chapter 398 A Hearty Meal

Beside them, behind a bank of heated glass cases, sat an array of steaming trays.

There were poutine poppers, golden potato nuggets swimming in thick, brown gravy

Boiled vegetables, crisp and bright green

Go’den, crunchy onion rings piled high.

And towering mounds of mac and cheese alongside freshly baked bread, still releasing wisps of steam.

Next to those sat a large tureen of seafood chowder, flecked with white and pink.

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The variety of dishes was more than,most of these soldiers from modest backgrounds had ever seen in a single cafeteria line.

Just looking at it made their mouths water.

The soldiers stopped at the entrance, momentarily stunned.

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