Walking into the commander's tent, the soldier saw Feng Xiyan leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. Looking at his pale face and the heavy dark circles under his eyes, the soldier felt a surge of worry.
Clasping his fists, the soldier said, "Great General, you have been working since morning and haven't had a meal. Do you want this subordinate to bring your dinner over?"
Hearing this, Feng Xiyan opened his eyes and looked at the soldier. Seeing the concern on his face, Feng Xiyan fell silent.
After a long moment, he hoarsely said, "Bring a bowl of porridge."
At his words, the soldier's eyes lit up. "Yes, Great General!"
Bowing to Feng Xiyan, the soldier hurried away with a smile on his face.
Left alone in the tent, Feng Xiyan stared at the low ceiling, lost in thought.
Before long, the soldier returned with a tray of food. Placing the bowl of plain porridge and two plates of side dishes on the table, he said, "Great General, please enjoy your meal."
