Zhao Li glanced at the thermos in Mo Junhua's hand, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, laughed a few times scornfully, and dared not ask for it. What a joke, no matter how delicious the food is, it's not as important as one's life; didn't he see that the battalion commander's look could nearly devour him.
Lan Tian seemed not to have noticed Mo Junhua's icy demeanor, and kept urging him, "What are you holding that for, can't you see Zhao Li is hungry? Hurry up and let him eat, it's bad for the digestion to eat cold food."
Mo Junhua's cold 'whoosh' glares were thrown towards Zhao Li. Zhao Li shook his head awkwardly, he truly wasn't hungry, truly he wasn't, battalion commander, please look into my sincere eyes, I'd rather starve than say I'm hungry.
Zhao Li then turned to Lan Tian for help, military wife, stop pressuring the battalion commander.
Fine, let's leave him be for now. Lan Tian glanced outside the ward, then looked at Mo Junhua and asked, "Have you eaten?"
