"Not planning to finish those potatoes?"
Ya Tianxing's gaze landed on the two potatoes, gently reminding her.
Mo Shangjun actually stopped.
She turned sideways, glanced at the two potatoes on the ground, and after two seconds, sat back down.
Picking up a potato, Mo Shangjun said seriously, "Wasting food is unacceptable."
Ya Tianxing gave her a look.
— Surrendered.
Ya Tianxing asked, "How do you like playing in the Air Force?"
Before Mo Shangjun came to GS9, he had only seen her when the Air Force invited her.
Since then, due to work and location reasons, they hardly kept in touch, with phone calls once every ten days being symbolic at best. After all, their calls were monitored; if they couldn't reveal their relationship, they couldn't say much.
"Very good."
Peeling the potato skin, Mo Shangjun rarely responded to him seriously.
This time, she indeed had a great time.
