Watching the new soldiers hurriedly leave, Mo Shangjun gave Ya Tianxing a chilly look.
——What if a budding flower is scared to the point of wilting?
Ya Tianxing responded with a calm and composed look.
——Flowers scared now won't be around when the training ends, so why worry?
Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows speechlessly, "Let's go."
Ya Tianxing then followed her into the dining hall.
Mo Shangjun had doubled the budget for ingredients and told the head kitchen sergeant to prepare a lavish late-night snack, but the kitchen sergeant was too diligent. The table was loaded with dishes, about six or seven kinds, a big bowl of crayfish, a large bowl of soup, and a huge bowl of white rice. Mo Shangjun estimated there was about a basin full.
Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing exchanged glances.
In the silent dining hall, Ya Tianxing paused for a moment before commenting, "Warm hospitality, not bad."
