After returning from Turner's place, Song Heping drove around the oil fields again before lunch.
He had to imprint every corner of the terrain into his mind by comparing it with the map.
However, his mood was somewhat depressed after the inspection.
When he got back to the living area, the cooks were eating.
They dined separately from Samir and his group.
Everyone had different beliefs, and some taboos needed to be respected.
The cook still loved cooking.
His interest hadn't diminished since arriving here.
Sometimes Song Heping found the cook quite odd.
A mercenary leader so passionate about cooking was certainly an anomaly.
"Song! Where have you been?!"
The cook always had a slightly hoarse but strong voice, calling to meals as if calling a dog to its food.
"I went around the oil fields again."
Song Heping leaned his gun against the table and settled into his chair, pulling a basin in front of him.
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