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The guard was also surprised: "Could it be that Acting General and Doctor Qin brought the chicken in from outside?"
After all, Acting General and Doctor Qin could sneakily bring a child into the military camp, so a little chicken would be nothing.
Du Jingcheng paused for a moment: "Perhaps."
This place is far from any village or shop, so the chicken definitely wasn't stolen by them.
Thinking this, Du Jingcheng drank the chicken soup with peace of mind.
Xiao Ruo took Xiangxiang back to the tent, and soon it was dinner time. Xiao Ruo hadn't planned to let her son eat the camp food, but who would have thought a cooker would personally bring a big bowl of noodle soup to their tent, with three slices of pickled meat on top.
"Doctor Qin, the food in the camp is rough, and the young master is small and might not be used to it, so this noodle is for the young master." The cooker was a chubby old man in his fifties, looking at Xiangxiang with eyes full of affection.
