The other young commanders glanced at Nan Luo when they saw him.
"I thought that you will take longer. Here's your share." Feng Ao Si handed a bowl of porridge to Nan Luo.
In the military, their ration was mostly just some dry meat and porridge that was cooked. Sometimes, it can be changed to soup, but the vegetables were still very limited at this period of time. They can only bring some dry good and for others, they can hunt on their own if they wanted to.
Though, most soldiers had to obediently accept that they could only eat at limited amount of food.
"Another tasteless porridge?" Nan Luo's lips twitched but he still took the bowl.
It was indeed not a very good life for those pampered young masters. Thankfully neither Nan Luo or his cousins ever complained about the food for real. After all, they understood very well that it was good to have food to eat at this time.
Sheng Shan Lang chuckled. "Do you eat a variety of foods in your home?"
