Out of the city, the car stopped by the roadside. Liancheng Yazhi picked for a while and gave the little private a small steamed bun that the domestic servant had steamed.
When Rong Yan was filling Liancheng Yazhi's bowl with food, she had already considered that they would basically not be able to drink hot water on the road.
if they brought some meat with them, it would change its taste in the cold winter. some of the oily ones would even solidify on the surface and be covered with a thick layer of oil. after eating it, they might have diarrhea.
Therefore, she asked the servants to bring food that could fill her stomach, was delicious, and wouldn't change its taste even if it got cold.
The private gobbled up all the soup dumplings, gulped down a few mouthfuls of cold mineral water, and then continued to drive.
"How many years have you been at the base?" Liancheng Yazhi asked.
"Sir, today is the third year."