They walked directly to the table in the hall, opened the box, and took out some dishes along with several jars of wine.
"How quickly time passes," Zhao Feng remarked, looking outside at the already dark sky. "It's evening already."
However, when his gaze fell upon the table, he voiced his surprise, "Why is there wine today?"
"This was arranged by Military Commander Wang," one of the men explained.
"We will take our leave now," the other said respectfully, and then they both departed.
The Main Combat Camp strictly forbids drinking. What is that girl Wang Yan up to? Zhao Feng wondered, looking with some astonishment at the several jars of wine on the table.
Nevertheless, he didn't dwell on it. Strictly speaking, he wouldn't officially become the Capital Commandant of the Main Combat Camp until tomorrow; for now, he was still just an idle member of the Logistics Army.
"Today's meal is exceptionally lavish. There's meat and vegetables."
