After ringing the doorbell of 3202, Seraing quickly opened the door.

“Is it you?” He seemed slightly surprised.

An Zhe handed him a thermos. “I cooked some soup and will give you a bowl.”

“Wow, thank you. I was about to go out for dinner.”

An Zhe gave him the soup. “You’re welcome.”

Seraing added, “You… why did you give it to me? Maybe the colonel will like it.”

An Zhe was silent for a while because he didn’t know how to answer. In the end, he said, “The colonel has some as well.”

“I guess so.” Seraing laughed. “So the colonel told you I live here?”

An Zhe nodded. Seraing took An Zhe through the door, placed the thermos on the living room table and took out something wrapped in pink from a drawer. It looked like a human snack. He stuffed it into An Zhe’s hand. “Please eat sugar.”

“Thank you.”

Seraing inquired, “Are you used to living in the main city yet? What floor are you on?”

“I’m in 3702.”

“My god.” Seraing smiled. “What a coincidence.”

At this moment, a strong wind blew from outside and there was a whine from the pipe in Seraing’s room. An Zhe searched for the source of the sound.

“The ventilation pipe was originally closed but it will be opened for a period of time in summer when the wind is strong to avoid the interior of the pipe from being too wet. During this time, it will make noise and sometimes it will be too noisy for people in the main city to sleep. Still, don’t be afraid.” Seraing spoke softly before smiling again. “The colonel probably already calmed you down.”

An Zhe was confused. First, he wasn’t afraid and there was no need to appease him. Second, Lu Feng didn’t appear him at all.

“He didn’t.” An Zhe stated.

“…Maybe he forgot.”

An Zhe felt that Seraing thought of Lu Feng too kindly and thought the relationship between them was too good. He returned to 3702 where he found the colonel had set up the tableware himself. Unfortunately, even if a bowl had been given away, there was still too much.

The colonel watched him with cold green eyes. “You can.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t waste the resources of the base.”

An Zhe scooped up a small piece of beef with a spoon and tried to swallow it. After eating his share, Lu Feng had forced him to face the rest of the pot. Now he had eaten half of it.

Lu Feng’s tone was flat. “Continue.”

An Zhe ate a piece of potato and a spoonful of soup. He didn’t think it was possible. There was a limit to the amount of food eaten by humans, even if this soup was delicious. He would break.