"Wen Ci, are you planning on going to the hospital for work today?"
Seeing her dressed up, Hou Li asked with curiosity.
Wen Ci nodded. "Today is my first day. I'm still a little nervous."
Zhu Jing reassured her, "What's there to be nervous about? I'm sure you'll do great."
A smile bloomed on Wen Ci's face. "Thank you for cheering me up."
Breakfast at the military region's cafeteria was free, so it was always packed. Fortunately, the male soldiers hadn't finished their morning run yet, so the wait wasn't long.
"Are you Zhu Jing?"
Zhu Jing had planned to eat at the cafeteria before heading back. She had just sat down and taken a sip of congee when a man in a military uniform walked out from the back kitchen, approached her table, and asked the question.
Zhu Jing nodded. "I am."
She recognized the man before her as the head of logistics for the Northwest Military Region—a high-ranking official her husband had mentioned once before.
"I hear your ancestors were Imperial Chefs?"
