As usual, Yuan Si received two mess tins of meat congee. After slurping it all down, she saw that Xiao Chang was also soaking wet. Remembering something, she turned, ducked into her tent, and brought out the backpack she had seized from the enemy.
She unzipped it and rummaged around inside, pulling out a single-person tent. She opened it. Wrapped inside was a set of the enemy's clothes—a shirt and pants—and three pairs of socks.
Yuan Si handed the clothes to Xiao Chang. "These are for you. Go change out of your wet clothes."
Xiao Chang was a bit stunned. He hadn't expected such preferential treatment, but he couldn't accept them. "No, no, Instructor Xiao Li. I'm a man. I can handle a little cold. You should change into them instead."
"I'm giving them to you, so just take them. Enough with the nonsense." Yuan Si tossed the clothes straight at him. 'Of course, she couldn't tell him she had plenty of dry clothes and simply chose not to wear them.'
