"The noodles are delicious." Yu Tianfeng must have been starving after a long day; everything tasted amazing to him.
So, as they held their bowls, a chorus of slurping rose and fell.
By the time Fang Jiawen came over, the pot had long been emptied and was even being wiped clean by a young soldier with a rag.
Xie Ning broke into a bit of a cold sweat. 'Boys are just so careless when they're away from home. A quick wipe and they call it a day.'
Song You'ai really wanted to take it and wash it properly, but there was no water on hand, and they certainly couldn't waste bottled water.
Fang Jiawen stared at the greasy, shining pot, gritting her teeth in anger. "Captain Gu, the doctors haven't had dinner yet! We've all been starving all day."
Xie Ning was still eating her noodles; her bowl was still about half full.
Seeing Fang Jiawen speaking so loudly beside her, she silently turned her back, bowl in hand, to avoid getting hit by the woman's spittle.
