章節 1492: The Last Night

"No…" Du Jun wanted to explain further, but Zhao Wu had already run straight to the head chef in a nosy manner. Xia Zhe lowered his head and smiled. Zhao Wu was very good at doing such things which left people speechless.

"Don't mind him. He's a really warm-hearted person. Many soldiers receive help from Zhao Wu when their families back home run into trouble. He's just doing this because he wants you to eat well here. Don't take it to heart. If there's anything you need, you can tell him. He will definitely help you solve all your problems," Xia Zhe said with a stoic expression.

If Xia Zhe said that Zhao Wu was doing this out of kindness, then what else could Du Jun say? He could only grit his teeth and bear with it. Other than Du Jun, the rest of the soldiers who came with him were given the exact same food as Xia Zhe's subordinates. They only had a personal grudge against Du Jun and would not take it out on the other soldiers.