Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

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Upon opening the barrel, Constantine and Link saw slabs and slabs of meat, red meat streaked with white fat, accompanied by a tantalizing aroma and perfect color. It was Thainan’s braised pork, the salvation for all meat aficionados. Constantine closed the barrel lid, glanced at his adjutant, then asked the Domestic Fairies, "Such big chunks of meat, one for two people?"

"No, one per person." The fairies pushing the cart responded, their faces glowing with happiness: "We’ve already had ours by the kitchen, it’s super delicious!"

"Back at home, I’ve never had such big pieces of Thainan braised pork," Constantine said to his adjutant in amazement.

This time, the deeply agreeing adjutant nodded vigorously: "Yes, Your Excellency, I’ve also never seen such amazing Thainan braised pork at home."

So the Marshal and his adjutant came in front of the third barrel, and despite the lid, they couldn’t ignore the rising steam. The Marshal glanced at his adjutant: "We’ve seen bread and meat, the next should be noodles, I presume."

"I have a feeling it could be stew, the favorite of our soldiers from the North. Mr. Malin is always benevolence personified, he will certainly prepare what the soldiers have wished for," the adjutant said.

The Marshal then stretched out his hand and opened the barrel lid; in front of them, a barrel filled to the brim with venison soup—no scraps, just generous chunks of meat and a rich, appetizing broth that made one’s mouth water at a glance.

"I’m getting hungry." The Marshal declared after taking a glance at his adjutant, who was fixated on the shimmering fat on the surface of the soup.

The Marshal clapped his hands: "Enough looking, Link, let’s go find Malin. We’ll just join him for lunch today."

Thus, the Marshal and his adjutant, no longer concerned about the contents of the remaining barrels, as the more they looked the hungrier they got, were guided by the Gendarmerie to the command post, where they met Malin and officers from both sides.