"You make sense; I like you," Xiong Da laughed heartily, then he got down to business.
"Our Legion is stationed at the border of the Insect Race. Due to the region, the spatial buttons go out of control in the territory of the Insect Race."
"So we often need to carry backpacks into combat."
"So we want to know, is there any portable food that's easy to carry and can be eaten without a refrigerator?"
That was why Xiong Da had contacted Ms. Nian Shutong. He had been following Little River Live for a while and noticed their strong culinary foundation; maybe they had some surprises.
His soldiers, including himself, were first tired of nutrient liquid, and second, it seemed the Insect Race had learned to recognize the bottles of nutrient liquid. They always attacked their nutrient liquid bottles.
Several times, their nutrient liquids were damaged and leaked, making them unusable.
