The public's enthusiasm was overwhelming, yet I only dipped my toe in.
Although none of us discovered the shadow wall like Fang Huai did, just by having a meal outside, we were bombarded with countless gifts from locals.
Eggs, peeled and placed into boxes.
Sealed chicken legs, considered "premium supplies" here, were unwrapped and shoved into our mouths.
There was even someone carrying a bag of stewed peanuts, peeling them and handing them to the Special Duty soldiers.
This meal was endless—the more we ate, the more food appeared.
It was because when collecting the food, the bus driver had reported our unit to help the staff take care of us and had sneakily mentioned our rescue efforts.
The word quickly spread among the staff: we were the troops just out of Beichuan, and the last girl rescued was saved by us!
Everyone was waiting for Ye Jiahong, so after finishing the meal, we could only stay a bit longer. But as the news spread, more and more people gathered around.
