I live a slow life in Genshin Impact

And in the central tent.

Goro was still looking at the topographic map and the intelligence he had collected, his little head working at the speed of light, looking for a solution.

As the general of the resistance army and temporary front-line commander.

He must ensure that his judgment and decision-making are optimal.

Although a battle is unlikely to break out in the near future, we still need to guard against surprise attacks by the shogunate army.

As well as the injured soldiers, some of those with serious injuries had to be sent back to Haizhi Island for recuperation.

Those with less serious injuries also need additional nutritional supplements.

These alone were enough to make Goro feel overwhelmed.

"Well……"

He unconsciously touched his big furry tail, and immediately felt that his troubled thoughts were much better.

Every night when he goes to bed, only when he sleeps with his tail as a pillow can Wulang feel at ease.

All the soldiers in the rebel camp felt that Goro was a reliable commander and a wise general worth following, and they relied on him. However, who could Goro himself rely on?

"That's it."

After coming up with an idea, Goro temporarily put aside the military intelligence, picked up a neat small package next to him, took out some letters from it, and began to reply seriously.

These are letters sent from Yaedo, most of which contain some people's confusion or troubles.

What Goro needs to do is to help them solve their confusion or listen to their troubles.

He also likes doing these things, and no matter how tired he is, he will take some time to do so.

Because this is also a good way to relieve stress for Goro.

It took Goro 30 minutes to reply to these letters.

When he finished all the work, he stretched himself.

"Huh... I'm finally done."

Twisting his neck, Goro suddenly smelled a fragrance coming from outside.

Strange, what is this smell? It smells so good!

Because of his dog attributes, Goro's sense of smell is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

So he could smell it, it was the aroma of food.

Logically speaking, when in the army, one should not indulge in food and drink too much.

But the aroma of this food was so tempting that even Goro's stomach growled when he smelled it.

Go see what it is!

Goro walked out of the tent and found that except for the patrolling resistance soldiers who were still holding their posts, the rest of the people were all gathered in the middle of the camp.

In the middle of the camp, several stoves had been built with stones, and on top of the stoves were several large iron pots, filled with boiling soup with a layer of red oil floating on it, as well as various seafood ingredients. Some soldiers were constantly throwing firewood into the stoves.

Feng Luo was directing the rebel soldiers on how to make the dough. Some people were kneading the dough with flour. They had serious expressions, as if they were in a battle.

"Feng Luo, this is..."

Goro walked over and asked curiously.

"Ah, I'm teaching them how to make spicy seafood noodles."

Feng Luo turned around and saw that it was Wu Lang, so he explained the rest of the key points and walked over with a smile.

"The air here is too humid, and it seems that everyone has not had enough nutrition for a long time, and they are a bit malnourished."

"So let them make this kind of food. On the one hand, it can dispel the cold, and on the other hand, it can also provide some nutrition. This way, the battle will be more effective."

"I see!"

Wu Lang was thoughtful: "I neglected this before. I thought that as long as the military tactics were in place and basic food and grass supplies were provided, even soldiers without systematic training could still perform well."

"In a sense, your idea is not wrong."

Feng Luo shrugged: "The more difficult the environment, the more it can temper a person's will. But when the environment has affected physical health, it will actually damage one's will."

"I see, I've learned a lesson."

Wu Lang looked at the soldiers around him with rosy faces, and agreed with Feng Luo's words in his heart.

Although everyone usually looks enthusiastic and motivated.

But now, everyone gathered together, working together to make delicious food and waiting for it to come out of the pot.

Another touching scene...

When the war is over, I believe they will not lose their faith just because there is no fighting.

At this moment, Goro seemed to have seen the scene after the war.

He turned away quietly.

"what's wrong?"

Paimeng came over and said, "Wulang, why are you turning your back?"

"fine."

Wulang's voice was a little dull.

"I just suddenly understood the meaning of our fight."

"Oh?"

Paimon tilted his head, somewhat confused.

"It's okay, Paimon, I'll show you something fun. Now it's time to make ramen. The spicy soup looks like it's ready, so we'll be able to eat it soon."

Feng Luo attracted Paimon to the other side, leaving Wu Lang some space to express his emotions.

"Come, let me show you guys."

Making ramen does require some skills. In this place where supplies are scarce, we can’t waste ingredients.

Feng Luo demonstrated it to the soldiers in charge of making ramen. Some of them learned it right away, but some still couldn't. So Feng Luo asked those who couldn't learn it to make knife-cut noodles.

Anyway, it’s not much different…

After the noodles are cooked, it's time to eat.

"Line up, one by one."

The rebels lined up in an orderly manner, while Ying and Feng Luo were respectfully invited by the soldiers to the table to get their meals.

Facing these rebel soldiers who had been hungry for a long time, Feng Luo not only did not tremble in his hands, but he gave each of them a full helping, with at least two fish.

Now it was the turn of the rebel soldiers to tremble. They asked in a frightened and uneasy tone if it was too much and whether the people behind them would be able to eat enough.

After getting a positive answer, they anxiously carried their own portions and sat down nearby. They did not start eating, but instead paid attention to whether the people behind them could have the same amount as them.

Feng Luo naturally noticed the behavior of these people and shook his head with a smile.

This is really poor...

But it doesn't matter, he had already prepared an excess of food.

He even asked Ajiu to pick a lot of wild vegetables from the mountains and put them under everyone's bowl.

You definitely won’t starve, nor will you get sick from overeating.

Soon, everyone received their own portion of food. When they found that everyone had the same amount, the soldiers finally felt relieved and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

They had already made plans to give away some of their own if the quantity was not enough later.

Feng Luo and others also took their bowls and sat at the table to eat.

"Ahh! Ahhh! This is so delicious!"

Paimon ate with a huff, "Besides, why don't these fish have bones?"

"Of course it was dealt with."

Feng Luo shrugged: "It would be bad if the thorns got stuck in my throat, and fish bones can also be used to make soup."

"It tastes so spicy and delicious. It feels like a dream to be able to eat such delicious food while marching!"

Wu Lang didn't care about his appetite, but he was still impressed by the incomparable deliciousness.

For a while, the rebel camp was filled with the sound of slurping noodles.