Sure enough, even within a military unit, once there are many people, it becomes a small community.
"When did you wake up? The political commissar has invited us for lunch." He Teng closed the door as he entered, his eyes settling on He Zhilan's clothes. "Why haven't you made yourself a new dress? You're so talented, you can knit yourself a sweater and stop wasting time knitting for me. Take some time for yourself; I lack nothing in the army."
"I lack even less than you do, aren't all the clothes that Lin Chan sent over during early winter enough? Why waste money on unnecessary things? It's better to save it! As for you, I wanted to knit you a sweater, it wouldn't be the same as the one provided by the army." He Zhilan smiled, "I will not be bothered by their small talks! Weren't we supposed to go to the political commissar's house for lunch? It's about time, let's go!"
