Yuan Wangyuan, Liu Yu, and Gao Wentian all chimed in, heaping praise on Wei Ruo's lamb soup and bread, declaring it the most delicious they'd ever had.
Xiu Fengyuan didn't speak, but his gaze often fell on Wei Ruo, and from the way he ate the bread and soup, it was apparent that he was also very satisfied with the lunch.
Wei Yichen too remained silent, his eyes deep, seemingly lost in thought.
Ever since their near-death experience, he had become more introspective, and neither Wei Ruo nor his classmates found this unusual.
In the end, Wei Ruo's pot of lamb soup was eaten up by everyone, not a drop of soup was left.
The snow kept falling, the accumulated snow on the ground around them grew deeper, their shelter, erected by Wei Ruo, was the only exception in this vast land.
After they had eaten their fill, Xiu Fengyuan suggested, "We should gather more bamboo to reinforce this shelter."
