This put him in a great mood as he waited in the office.
Seeing that it was already past 12 o'clock, he followed his usual routine, walked out of the fortress gate, greeted a few new soldiers being punished with standing, and headed straight to the stove to serve himself a bowl of steaming meat porridge.
"Every day it's this stuff... Fu Xi, can we have something different tomorrow?"
"Received, Commander. How about switching chicken porridge to pork porridge?"
Does that make a difference?
Chen Jian sighed helplessly:
"...Can your robots make dough? Even some steamed buns would be fine."
"In theory, yes, but it does not align with your efficiency priority setting."
Fu Xi's voice seemed to carry a hint of schadenfreude and teasing:
"Have you forgotten? The guideline you set for me is to execute with optimal efficiency, and cooking the food into meat porridge is part of ensuring efficiency."
