With a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, Mo Shangjun picked up a chicken leg and placed it in Liang Zhiqiong's bowl.
Liang Zhiqiong immediately put away all her discontent and started eating with a joyous smile.
"Hey, do you have any Coke?" Qiqi suddenly asked one of the cooks.
"Orange juice is fine too!"
"Sprite works too!"
"Just give us something to drink, anything will do."
...
Once Qiqi opened her mouth, the others quickly chimed in too.
Each of them had quite the looks, smiling brightly as they made requests to the cooks with a hint of coquettishness, making the two cooks blush, unable to do anything about it.
They didn't hold out for more than a few seconds before quickly nodding, saying they'd go ask Sergeant Zhang.
Soon enough, they came back with a big barrel of sour plum soup, offering it for them to drink freely, along with a bunch of freshly made ice cubes.
The chilled sour plum soup was refreshingly cool to drink.
The meal was a joyous one.
