Little Soldier ran twenty or thirty meters before stopping, once he saw that Bai Yaoyao and the others hadn't followed him.
He couldn't help licking his lips. That was Dried Pork! Meat and salt! It was worth a whole month's wages. There must have been twenty or thirty pieces in that packet. Ah, I really want some, but I can't break the rules.
He patted his chest regretfully. Huh? Was that plastic rustling?
He reached inside his jacket and pulled out... Dried Pork!!!
Little Soldier froze in bewilderment. How did this get here? Didn't I turn it down? His first instinct was to hurry back and return it to Captain Bai.
But by the time he got back, the gates of the General's Residence were firmly shut.
He knocked for ages, but nobody answered. Quickly hiding the Dried Pork inside his jacket, Little Soldier turned and went to find his boss.
After hearing the whole story, Wang Jingyu suddenly found himself in an excellent mood. Dark Night had treated even an ordinary soldier without a special ability so courteously, without a trace of arrogance. They probably weren't the sort to stir up trouble.
Their character seemed decent too. It looked like Old Meng and Old Xie had been right.
So he picked out a piece of Dried Pork, tore open its wrapper, and popped it into his mouth. "Anyone who sees it gets a piece. Hehe."
Seeing his boss act like that, Little Soldier understood at once. It! The Dried Pork! Was his!
He immediately grew excited. He could take it home for his parents to try-they hadn't eaten meat since the apocalypse. To keep his boss's "anyone who sees it gets a piece" from becoming "anyone who sees it gets half," he sprinted away.
Make no mistake, his boss