The soldiers looked so polite that Wu Xiaoyu was somewhat flattered. He clasped his hands together, thanked everyone, and still sat next to Fan Biao.
As soon as he sat down, Fan Biao laughed and said, "About that... mushroom sauce, I'll mention it to our camp's quartermaster!"
Mushroom sauce? Wu Xiaoyu was momentarily stunned before he realized that this might be a reciprocation?
After all, he had trained with them for a day, taught them a lot of things, yet hadn't received a penny. This was probably his way of using the mushroom sauce to compensate him?
However, his mushroom sauce was a culinary delight, an excellent seasoning capable of bringing dull meals to life. It wouldn't be taking advantage of the squad, would it?
At worst, he could give it to them at the cost price later. He couldn't let Fan Biao be criticized for this, could he?
The bus drove for more than ten minutes before leaving the mountainous area. After passing a few villages, it entered the urban-rural fringe.
