Chapter 277 The Weeper’s Holiday (3)

"Don't be like Michelin, it's expensive and you can't eat enough! Don't bring it out when the time comes and people will think that our team can't afford to eat! Give me a big portion!"

Fingel took advantage of the power given by the vice-principal and acted like a bully in the kitchen of the college restaurant.

In order to satisfy students from all over the world, Kassel College has also recruited outstanding chefs from different cuisines around the world. However, most of them are chefs in star restaurants who specialize in fine and exquisite food. In the end, it depends on the promotion of "Chinese Action" last year. "The chefs recruited from China are good at serving large, delicious and filling family meals.

Other chefs also reacted and changed the previous cooking method of "which part of the meat is the most delicious". They directly stuffed whole chickens, ducks, geese, whole pork legs, beef legs, and lamb legs into the oven. Just the portion size.

"Deputy leader, please give me instructions and do ideological guidance work!" Fingel, who was pointing at the kitchen and picking up a roasted chicken leg, ran up to Chu Zihang and saluted solemnly.

"What are you doing..." Chu Zihang was a little confused.

"Aren't I asking for your opinion? I remember that your side is better at the art of hospitality... Do you think we should put up a banner with the words 'Welcome the soldiers of the Weeper Chapter to come and dine'?" Fen Geer was in high spirits, and indeed he felt more comfortable in logistics than in battle.

Chu Zihang was silent, recalling the time when he was a student at Shilan Middle School. Every time a leader came to visit, he was always pushed to present flowers as the image of the school, bow and force a smile to say something nice... He thought about it. After thinking about it, he said, "Forget it, keep a low profile. Lu Mingfei is not the kind of person who likes to be public."

"OK OK... Then you can inform them to come over for dinner later," Fingel chuckled. "To be honest, I'm kind of hoping that some unsighted hostile forces will attack Kassel again. Speaking of which, Captain Come here in advance to adjust his...'Kalash' thing?"

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Within the heavily guarded Kassel College, which is still in a state of war, a different kind of team immediately attracted the attention of the executive department and the student patrol team after walking out of the Holy Blood Hall.

But their communication headsets soon received a notification message from Eva, reminding them that this team is a "friendly force" of Kassel College, has A-level access rights, and prohibits any use of firearms against this team. , otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.

First of all, walking at the front of the team is a warrior wearing thick black armor. He is different from the Kamen Rider COS that the equipment department has tried hard to restore but still has a cheap and weird feeling because of the inconsistent temperament or figure;

The opponent's armor is not a gaudy plastic toy, but a real armor made of hard metal texture. The exquisite classical golden patterns and seals painted on the surface give it a bit of an artistic atmosphere.

Even just looking at this warrior from a distance will make people feel a sense of trembling and fear. The red light emitted from the eye sockets of the skull-like bone helmet examines everything around him. The aura of iron and blood and the unspeakable pressure. The feeling makes people stay away.

Behind this black-armored warrior was a team of about seventy or eighty people. Their broad white hooded robes like ascetic monks could not hide their burly figures more than two meters tall. If they were Chicago Bulls players, The scouts are probably smiling here. If you can recruit a few casually from this team, they may be able to reach the finals in the next few NBA seasons...

Compared with them, Lu Mingfei, who was walking beside the black-armored warrior, could only be regarded as ordinary.

Looking at the Kassel students not far away who all took out their mobile phones to take photos, Lu Mingfei could only sigh that his brother was a peaceful and loving wailer. After all, under normal circumstances, mortals were like this when they met Astartes. A salute is required; if it were those Astartes from other chapters who purely regarded themselves as an imperial weapon and had no "human touch", I am afraid they would not have such a peaceful attitude.

Lu Mingfei also saw a member of the Equipment Department who was alarmed by the news and was wearing a full set of chemical protective suits. He was slapping the priest brother beside him. The crazy people who use the Priest Power Armor as the "Frustration Version" or the "Stilt Version".

Although the battle brothers now look like ascetic monks wearing robes and power armor, this is indeed the daily wear of the brothers. "Brothers Astartes" is what the empire calls them. It explains their daily austerities besides fighting.

Of course, there are some exceptions. For example, Lu Mingfei heard from several brothers who had returned from serving in the "Death Watch" that the Astartes, whose genes were derived from the founding battle group "Space Wolves", were relatively wild in their daily habits, and The brothers from the "White Scars" founding team like to ride combat motorcycles...

In addition to relaxing their emotions by letting the brothers remove their power armor, Lu Mingfei felt that the chairs in the cafeteria might not be able to bear their weight. Taking himself as an example, his naked weight during the Astartes period was 327 Kilograms, after wearing a full set of power armor, the weight is nearly one ton. Other brothers who are taller and stronger may weigh even more, let alone brothers who can wear tactical fearless power armor.

Brother Yurio, the Weeper Priest, is unwilling to disarm. He needs to be wary of any unexpected situations that may arise during this trip, such as a brother suddenly unable to suppress his "blood thirst", or someone with evil intentions to attack them - although Lu Mingfei tried his best to ensure that this would not happen and that the Weeper warriors could easily kill several tigers with their bare hands even without wearing armor.

The restaurant was extremely busy. Although this luxurious hall with Baroque decoration style could accommodate a thousand people dining at the same time, all the food portions for a thousand people were now given to the Weeping Angel Club first, and some professors who wanted to have a meal. And the students could only eat the pork knuckles of the popular vegetables to their stomachs first.

Lu Mingfei roughly determined the firmness of the chair and confirmed that it would not fall to the ground while the brothers were eating - as for the priest brothers, they could only eat standing up.

The Weeper soldiers took their seats in an orderly manner, their moods were joyful and high. Along the way, they walked through the pure and pollution-free sky, the fresh air, the beautiful campus with only a little trace of war left, and the various expressions on the faces of those young mortals. Various expressions but none of despair and fear...

These briefly healed their hearts and minds troubled by the sorrow of the never-ending war, the dark future of the Chapter, the failure of the Emperor's people in the past to save them, and much more.

Here they felt something called "hope" that almost didn't exist in the cold universe.

"Are you all ready?" Lu Mingfei walked up to Fingel and asked with a warm welcoming smile.

"As long as your brothers don't eat too fast, the order of alternating meals should be able to keep up... In short, it can be guaranteed that each soldier has meals for ten people." Fingel gave a thumbs up, "But 'Kalash' 'I don't know how to mix it, so you still have to do it yourself and take care of the wine later."

"How much blood?"

"About ten liters. I don't dare to buy too much. Otherwise, if someone is unlucky today and doesn't have enough blood, it will be bad...and I'm afraid they will use the dirty blood of drug addicts to top up the amount." Fingel chuckled. He said, "Anyway, use the college's money."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the Lamenters warriors behind him. At this time, they all took off their hoods and sat quietly at the dining table with their eyes closed to pray to the Emperor and Sangliest, thanking the Emperor for allowing them to come to this beautiful world. , can have more motivation and confidence to protect mankind for the Emperor.

The faces of many battle brothers have become withered and old, their eye sockets are sunken, and their faces are covered with scars and wrinkles. The beauty of Holy Leth passed down from their genes seems to have disappeared without a trace.

That was a manifestation of suppressing the "blood thirst" and not drinking blood for many days. Except for drinking a cup of "Kalash" mixed with blood to restore the state before the battle, the Son of Holy Les spent the rest of the time suppressing or diverting his own influence on the blood. The thirst for blood, refusing to indulge himself turned himself into a bloodthirsty beast.

"It should be enough...I'll add more wine," Lu Mingfei sighed, "Let my brothers have a delicious meal. There are also more than twenty brothers staying on the ship, and their food portions are Pack it up and Chu Zihang and I will send it over later."

"OK OK," Fingel winked. After seeing the soldiers finishing their prayers, he shouted towards the kitchen at the top of his voice, "Masters, the food is served!"

The waiters filed out with plates of fragrant food and served them respectfully in front of each soldier. The dishes were based on authentic Chinese flavors, such as pot-roasted pork, lion head, soft-fried tenderloin, open-stove Roast duck... Fingel knew that these soldiers had the custom of "drinking blood" and asked the Chinese chefs to add additional Maoxuewang and steamed pig blood. He admitted that this was a very bold attempt.

Then there were fried and barbecued food from European and American cuisines, and even a roasted calf, which was cut and served by the waiters in front of each warrior.

Even Astartes, whose reaction and information analysis are far beyond ordinary people, can't help but be a little dazzled when faced with the plates of brightly colored and attractive food that he has never seen before, and the alluring aroma is even more... Stirring their genetic detection nerves, their uncontrollable appetite even overwhelms their "blood thirst", urging them to quickly enjoy these delicacies they have never seen before.

But warriors are quite rational and indulge their desires - as well as their appetites, and can easily fall into the trap of the Chaos God Slaanesh.

They first looked at the Chapter Priest, and after the Chapter Priest nodded, they stabbed a piece of meat with a table knife and put it into their mouths.

Then, their eyes widened as a delicious and rich taste that they had never experienced before filled their mouths. This is completely different from the nutritional porridge mixed with metal-ceramic compounds or the combat rations mixed with high carbohydrates, protein and absorbable fat that they used to eat, not to mention the charred flesh and bones of the aliens... there is nothing Food can be compared to the food in front of you.

After swallowing the food in their mouths, the soldiers did not gobble the food in front of them crazily. They still tasted every dish on the plate in front of them calmly and elegantly. They closed their eyes to feel and savor the deepest feelings of human genes. Delicious pursuit.

"Look! Learn! What is elegance! This damn thing is called elegance!" Fingel exclaimed.