Closely following.
They walked straight to the desk inside the hall, opened the box, and took out some dishes, as well as a box of wine.
"Time passes so quickly."
"It's already evening."
Zhao Feng glanced outside—the sky was already dark.
But upon seeing the wine jars on the table, he asked with some surprise, "Why is there wine today?"
"This was arranged by Military Commander Wang."
"Your subordinate takes his leave."
One of them spoke respectfully, then both turned and left.
"Wine is forbidden in the main battle camp, what's Wang Yan up to?" Zhao Feng looked in some confusion at the several jars of wine on the table.
Still, Zhao Feng didn't think much of it.
Strictly speaking, tomorrow he would officially become the capital commandant of the main battle camp; for now, he was just an idle member of the logistics army.
"Tonight's meal is especially rich."
"There's meat and vegetables."
