The wonton at the train station did not compare to the ones made at home, but on this night in early spring, a bowl of steaming hot wonton was enough to warm one from head to toe.
After eating, He Teng drove He Zhilan back to the base. It was dark at night, perhaps due to the rain in the day, there were puddles on the road, making the drive slightly bumpy. However, He Teng effortlessly controlled the steering wheel without a hint of complaint, causing He Zhilan to smile to herself.
"Brother, you're really good at driving!" He Zhilan exclaimed, "Do they race cars at your military base? Like the ones Gu En and Ding Long participate in, where they race on particularly scary tracks with reckless abandon."
"Hmph, we in the military don't indulge in such child's play." He Teng replied with disdain, "You'll witness what real skill is when you have the chance."
