Yan Fei arrived at County No.1 Middle School in good time. Classes weren't out yet, but he knew it wouldn't be long. He found a secluded spot in Sancha River, filled a small pot with still-warm rabbit meat, and then made his way to the school gate.
It was only then he realized how many parents show up at the end of the school day to deliver meals to their children. Seeing these parents carrying lovely thermos boxes, Yan Fei felt somewhat embarrassed about his own crude iron pot. With a sigh, he turned around and left.
When he returned, Yan Fei had wrapped up the small pot in an old but reasonably clean cloth. The white fabric was adorned with little flowers. This was a bedsheet he used in winter and a quilt cover in summer, from which he had torn half. Fortunately, it had been washed frequently in the summer so it was quite clean.
Then he realized yet another issue. It was still too early for the school to let out, so the old man at the gate wouldn't let anyone in.
