The car door opened and shut with a bang...
When Wang Yan once again set foot on the grounds of the arts troupe, it was already mid-August.
Mengzi's weather was lovely that day. There was no rain, and the sky was a deep blue. White clouds of all shapes drifted slowly by, thick and full. Even the wind was cool and refreshing, making for a most comfortable day.
"Getting used to things again?" Liu Feng asked with a smile.
Wang Yan shot him a sidelong look. "I was only gone for a year. What's there to get used to? All right, stop busying yourself with that old back of yours. The two of us can get it done in one trip. This bag is yours, and this little one is for tonight's dinner. Wait downstairs, and have him drive you home later. You're a grown man, why are you being so fussy? Did you think I'd forget about you? This is yours—take it with you later."
The driver and assistant, who had practically been drooling at the thought of Wang Yan, had been feeling somewhat disappointed just moments earlier. The moment he heard there was something for him too, he nodded eagerly. And indeed, during the year Wang Yan had spent studying at the Military and Political University, he had not been able to eat nearly as much meat. The fat he had put on over two years of following Wang Yan had visibly melted away over the past year.
In truth, military supplies were much better now than they had been three years ago, but material development was still limited. The troops' food standards would not truly improve until after the reorganization and troop reductions. On the one hand, with fewer people, the food allowance per person would naturally