Fang Yuqi looked at Hua Mi with a surprised expression,
"Sister Hua, actually there's no need to go through such trouble. We understand that resources are really tight right now; we can tighten our belts and skip meals. Just giving us one meal a day would be enough."
Fang Yuqi understood the current situation better than anyone.
After all, the Xiang City Garrison had also experienced times of hunger and sleeplessness: a single biscuit could last a day, and one loaf of bread could feed an entire squad, with each person taking just one bite, afraid that taking more would mean others went without.
Having been through such difficulties, and now looking at the oranges in the B City supply depot, each one shiny and juicy as if just plucked from the tree.
If they could get just two oranges per person per day, they would ask for nothing more.
Therefore, let's leave the three meals a day for those who need them.
Hua Mi waved her hand,
