Su Tang took three empty stainless steel lunch boxes and walked towards the food serving window.
Behind the window, the cafeteria worker handed her an oil paper package and a large covered bowl.
Inside the paper package was a roasted chicken leg, golden brown and juicy, emitting a rich aroma. And in the large bowl was a hearty broth, with slices of meat and oil floating on top.
Su Tang carried three heavy stainless steel lunch boxes as she walked back to her dormitory on the dirt road.
The night wind was cold, cutting like a knife against her face, but the lunchbox in her hand felt warm to the touch, accompanied by a strong, overpowering aroma.
Pushing open the creaking wooden door of the No. 1 female soldier's dormitory, a smell mixed with sweat, dirt, and soap hit you.
But the next second, that complex smell was completely dispelled by the domineering aroma of meat that Su Tang brought in.
*Gulp.*
Someone couldn't help but swallow hard.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet dormitory.
In an instant, all the female soldiers who were still awake in the dormitory, a dozen pairs of eyes, focused on Su Tang and the things in her hands.
In the dormitory, most people had already washed up, changed into dry training uniforms, and were sitting on their beds rubbing their sore legs.
Qiao Lin's bunk was the one closest to the door. She was leaning weakly against the bed railing, while Li Yue attentively handed her water.
Her face was still deathly pale, her lips were bloodless, and she looked as wilted as an eggplant hit by frost.
When she saw Su Tang come in and smelled the aroma of meat, a wave of abdominal cramps and hunger washed over her at the same time, causing her face to contort in pain.
She had been hungry all day and had gone to the toilet a hundred and eighty times after returning to the dormitory. Now she had to endure this torment of the smell, which was even more unbearable than being beaten up.
On the other side, Zhao Yan, Sun Erniu, and Zhou Zhihui occupied the three beds in the middle of the dormitory.
Zhao Yan was leaning against the headboard, resting with her eyes closed, but the slight trembling of her nostrils betrayed her inner turmoil.
Sun Erniu, being straightforward, stared intently at the oil paper package in Su Tang's hand, her mouth practically watering, and asked, "What is it? It smells so good?"
"What else could it be? The prize for first place." It was Zhou Zhihui who spoke, seemingly answering Sun Erniu, but actually reminding Zhao Yan.
Sure enough, Zhao Yan's eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Those thuggish eyes fell on Su Tang, but they were devoid of warmth.
I lost face terribly on the playground today.
And the source of all this is inextricably linked to the silent Su An group of four.
Su Tang ignored these probing gazes.
She knew very well that Zhao Yan was the kind of person who cared a lot about "face".
She lost face today, so she'll definitely find a way to get it back. Taking direct action would be too stupid and wouldn't suit her "Sister Yanzi" persona. She'll most likely use some underhanded tricks to annoy people and test their limits.
Very well, then I'll wait for your move.
Su Tang calmly walked to the wooden table in the center of the dormitory.
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