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Cece helped Yu Ziqing out of the pit, and the villagers had also come out.
The village chief looked at Yu Ziqing, his eyes slightly red. He didn't bother giving instructions to others, instead stepping forward to support Yu Ziqing himself.
"Village chief, do we have anything to eat?"
"Yes, yes, we do." The village chief nodded repeatedly, immediately glaring at the foolishly smiling Er Han beside him: "Why don't you hurry up?"
Someone quickly brought over tables and chairs, while others started fires to boil water. They knew Yu Ziqing had a peculiar habit of liking hot water.
Old Yang trotted over to Yu Ziqing, his expression somewhat complicated.
"Don't speak, and don't worry, there's still a bit of food left in the village. There will surely be something to eat."
Yu Ziqing sat there limply, watching the villagers busying themselves, yet no one asked any excessive questions. He couldn't help but grin.
