The aroma of cooked rice inside the steel pot permeated the air in the courtyard. The scent of rice significantly calmed the survivors of the calamity. Up until this point in time, most of the people hadn't eaten anything else apart from the little leftovers in the escort party. Each and every single one of them was still terrified and at a loss. The burning bonfires and nostalgic aroma of rice caused warmth of the past to appear in everyone's heads. A glimmer of hope was slowly ignited in their hearts.
Sitting around the other bonfire, Yan Liqiang shared all his thoughts and plans with the rest without holding any information back.
After listening to Yan Liqiang, Wang Hui, Huang Sheng, and Gong Dequan exchanged looks with each other. None of them spoke, but they were able to read each other's thoughts through their exchanged glances.
The three of them weren't able to think of a better plan than the one Yan Liqiang had proposed.
