Seeing that Yu Hongyan had accepted the egg, Jiang Yue sat back down on the small bench. She felt warm and fuzzy as she looked at the family in front of her.
During the apocalypse, it was considered a great fortune for one family member to survive, and such heartwarming scenes were rare.
She had become an orphan at the beginning of the apocalypse. His parents had died early on. She has not experienced what family love was for many years. However, she also knew that this was kinship.
Jiang Yue picked up a small wooden spoon and scooped a spoonful of mixed grain rice into her mouth. There were husks in the rice. The sorghum didn't taste very good either. When it was eaten, it was not only hoarse but also difficult to swallow. However, Jiang Yue swallowed it as if it was just another typical dinner day.
