“I am not sure what they do either. They are well-fed, and their only duty is body training,” Mingyi said, throwing his hands in the air. “I really don’t get what the military is thinking. A lot of the researchers only get two meals per day, since the genetically modified crops are still in research. The shortage of food is a serious problem, and yet they ensure that these soldiers’ meals are well-balanced and nutritious.”
“Perhaps they have their own plans.”
Jing woke up while they were talking, Chang waved for her to come over. “Have some breakfast here, you should get some nutrition as you lost too much blood in the previous days.”
Jing jumped off the bed and walked over to the coffee table bare footed. She quietly drank the white sticky juice and chewed a few leaves from the plate. Finished eating, she sat beside Chang without uttering a single word.