At noon, Zhao Can, who had a high fever, saw a table of clear soup and poorly watered lunch.

After taking a few bites, I put down my chopsticks.

"I'll order takeout for you, uncle, what do you want to eat?"

"I don't have an appetite and don't want to eat anything. You should eat it, be good."

The instructor came over and said, "What are you whispering? Have a meal quickly... Why don't you eat?"

Zhao Can: "I don't have an appetite, let's eat it."

"Don't you eat without appetite? If you don't eat on the battlefield, you will have the strength to fight the enemy. The enemy will catch up and kill you. Hurry up and finish it, and don't leave a bite."

Although Zhao Can felt that what he was talking about might be the era of cold weapons, he did not refute. He picked up the bowl and ate a few bites, and then put it down. It was not that Zhao Can was picky about food, but he really had no appetite to eat.

"Why don't you eat yet? Are you going to disobey military orders?"

"I really have no appetite... Instructor, don't worry, I have the strength to do the afternoon military training."

The instructor frowned and said that this person actually disobeyed the military order, which was a big taboo.

"You stand up and run around the playground until I'm satisfied before stopping."
Chapter completed!