In a private room in a hotel arranged by the Ministry of Defense.
Li Nanchen strode out and pulled out the chair in a gentlemanly manner. He looked at Wu Mei, but she pretended not to see him and sat down beside Zhong Ling.
The new special agents sat down one after another. Li Nanchen sat at the host seat. His eyes scanned the menu but he did not order the signature dishes.
"Stir-fried bamboo shoots, boiled shrimp, black chicken lotus root soup…" He familiarly listed out the names of a few dishes. All of them were nourishing dishes that were served to the table!
This seemed to be an ordinary action but few newbie special agents, who were good at observing and liked to gossip, felt that something was amiss. They discussed in a low voice, "Why does this look like dishes that replenish nutrition and can promote the recovery of wounds? The instructor once mentioned this during the group training!"