Zhao Yu didn't go back on his word, arriving at the hotel only around noon. Knowing that Bai Zhizhan probably hadn't eaten breakfast, he first went to the restaurant and bought a set meal.
In addition, on his way to the hotel, he picked up some toiletries.
The Empire had already begun mobilizing, but it hadn't reached the rationing stage yet, and the domestic market was quite stable with abundant supplies—there was no problem money couldn't solve in acquiring necessities.
"You haven't put on weight in the past two years, have you?"
"What?" Bai Zhizhan was still squatting in the toilet and hadn't heard Zhao Yu's words clearly.
"Your sister-in-law went to the tailor to have a few sets of military uniforms custom-made in your old size."
"That's good."
