Feng Yi still let John into his room today, and he asked the guards for two good dishes.
As a high-ranking fleet commander, John had no need to personally drill the soldiers, but this was an old habit from years of roughing it; he'd get restless when idle. By the end of the training, John's stomach was growling so loud, and as delicious dishes kept coming to the table, he rubbed his calloused hands together, "Hehe, Commander, then I won't stand on ceremony."
These old brothers were all damn familiar with each other, when were they ever formal? John said and directly grabbed a chicken leg and bit off a big chunk of meat.
"Don't just focus on eating, come, have a drink." Feng Yi produced a white bottle of liquor and promptly poured two glasses, "This is a bottle of 50-year-aged 'Er Guo Tou' I bought in Zana."
