"Hehe," Lin Fu was very satisfied with the result.
"Wait, what are you doing?"
Ivan stopped Lin Fu's attempt to sit down, "You're ranked the lowest, so you're responsible for serving plates to all of us."
The others all chuckled and laughed.
"Come on, Twelve, hurry up."
"I'm already starving."
Even the fat guy gloated, "As long as I'm still Eleven, you're the smallest one here." Saying this, he sat down with a certain air of pride.
Mervin, who had sat down first, was already rapidly clicking on the Light Computer's Cafeteria 003 page, selecting the food he wanted to eat.
The others were quick on their feet and hands.
As they made their selections, the robots would automatically prepare the food, because the Military Academy always maintained the tradition of self-service, meaning the robots wouldn't deliver the food directly to the table; one had to get it themselves.
"Get moving, don't just stand there."
