Ji Nuan came over. "I think the food you have in the US should be good, but the food has really been bad these two days. Since we can fish in the river and buy rice, ingredients, and seasonings in the village, in addition to the dried meat you brought with you, we can have decent food if we cook them carefully."
"So, you stay in Cambodia to cook for us?" Nanheng looked at her with a faint smile.
"Why not?" Ji Nuan asked him.
Nanheng raised his brows. "Are you sure you can bear the hardship?"
A young man of the base sipped the fish soup and said, "Mrs. Mo washed all our socks this morning. There should be nothing harder than washing dozens of socks, right…"
Nanheng's eyes were turned to Ji Nuan.
"I think we'd better just let Mo Jingshen die and not save him," He suddenly whispered.
Ji Nuan immediately stared at him. "What do you mean?"
