Before Zhou Huajian could say another word, a young man sitting beside him suddenly asked, "Comrade, do we need to pay for the bread and milk?"
When the other soldiers heard his words, they glanced at him knowingly with a trace of embarrassment.
"I can't finish it all, and it would be a waste if it spoils. It will be great if you can help me finish it. I won't charge you for the bread and milk."
As soon as she finished speaking, the young man reached out his pale hands and said, "Then I will help you finish it. It's not good to waste food."
Jiao Lizhi looked at his expressionless face and found him somewhat familiar. But she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
She took out ten loaves of bread, ten cartons of milk, and ten bottles of her pond water. After taking them out, her backpack was empty.
She zipped it up and said, "Thank you for your help, Brother!"
"Mhmm," the young man nodded as he opened the milk carton.
