"I understand what you're saying, but our patrol mission is already tough enough. If we're just gnawing on dry rations every day, how can our bodies take it? After a few days of that, we won't even need the enemy to attack—we'll collapse on our own." Yuan Si had her own reasons.
"How is that possible? Look at us. We've been eating this way, and we're fine, aren't we?" Old Liu said dismissively. To him, as long as you got a few bites in and didn't starve, it was good enough.
Yuan Si looked up at him, her expression serious, and said, "You guys couldn't even beat me if I only used one hand."
That one sentence completely deflated Old Liu and the other veterans. It was a sore spot for them, and having it exposed so bluntly felt like a raw, bloody wound.
"Xiao Li, the food's ready." Just then, Xiao Chang's voice broke the awkward atmosphere.
"Yeah, great. Are you guys eating or not? If you are, get your mess kits out," Yuan Si asked the veterans, letting bygones be bygones.
