Perhaps the drug hadn't fully worn off, and Tang Li slept for quite a while.
Song Jingtian woke up and didn't call Tang Li. He quietly got out of bed, put on his jacket and undershirt, tiptoed into the bathroom, washed up, took the large enamel cup from the table, and headed out.
They were living in a small building right behind the Alliance Camp.
Song Jingtian headed to the cafeteria.
At this hour, there were still soldiers like him holding enamel cups, lined up to get breakfast.
The cafeteria's breakfast was plentiful, with porridge, eggs, steamed buns, flower rolls...
Song Jingtian followed the back of the line, tiptoeing to see all the breakfast offerings. Having been here for two days, he had already noticed that most of these soldiers spoke Mandarin, so when it was his turn, before the cook could ask, he already chose the types of breakfast: "This, this, and this."
The cook holding the big ladle didn't move.
