They busied themselves all afternoon until the sun went down.
Feng Qingxue washed two ounces of rice, and cooked it into a rice soup for dinner.
The oil in the rice soup was the most nutritious part. She and Feng Qingyun had been lacking in nutrition for a long time, and their stomachs had gradually shrunken due to hunger, so they needed to gradually nourish their stomachs and bodies, and then they could resume a normal diet balanced in meat and vegetables.
Even though it was just a bowl of rice soup, Feng Qingyun savored it like a precious treasure, blowing on it gently and finishing it in small sips.
After rinsing her mouth, Feng Qingyun contentedly snuggled into Feng Qingxue's arms.
The two sisters huddled on a pile of straw, covered in the tattered padded jacket that Feng Qingyun no longer wore.
The jacket, having been unwashed for so long, emitted an unpleasant odor.
Feng Qingxue frowned slightly but endured it.
