Jiang Yue watched as Yu Hongyan took the egg and then sat back down on the small stool. Looking at the harmonious scene before her, she felt a sense of warmth.
During the apocalypse, having even one family member survive was already a great fortune, such warm scenes were rare.
She had become an orphan at the onset of the apocalypse.
Both her parents died at the hands of the zombies.
It could be said that she hadn't felt what kinship was for many years.
Yet she also knew, this was what kinship was.
Picking up the small wooden spoon, Jiang Yue scooped up a spoonful of the coarse grain rice and put it in her mouth.
There were husks in it, and the rice was brown rice, which itself had husks on it as well. Sorghum was not very tasty either, eating it was harsh on the throat and hard to swallow.
But Jiang Yue, as if without any feeling, naturally swallowed it down.
