After a flurry of activity, several large bowls were set on the table, filled with appetizing dishes.

The mung bean soup was still bubbling away on the stove, steaming loudly.

"Eat first. The mung bean soup still needs to simmer for a while, so we can only drink it tonight." Xiao Peng placed the last bowl on the table, wiped his hands on his apron, and then took it off.

Everyone got up and sat around the table, looking at the several basins on it.

Cold cucumber salad, stir-fried eggplant, braised dried vegetables with dried chili peppers, stir-fried cured pork with dried bamboo shoots. Although there are only a few slices of cured pork, no one complains these days. It's good enough if it tastes like meat.

"Eat up, everyone. If we can eat our fill like this every day, life will be good." As team leader Yu Yanbin picked up his chopsticks, everyone enthusiastically picked up their rice bowls.

“You’re right. Being able to eat well and be full every day is something I can’t even imagine.” A glint of malice flashed in Meng Yang’s eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"It's none of anyone else's business, we can still eat our fill." Li Xiao looked around and saw that everyone was not very interested, so she had to speak up.

Cheng Shaolin smiled, picked up a piece of cucumber with his chopsticks, and put it in Li Xiao's bowl.

"Yes, we are all lucky."

Li Xiao looked at Cheng Shaolin, his eyes flashing with a different light, seemingly implying something.

"Yes, we are all very lucky."

Cheng Shaolin turned slightly to the side, and the two looked at each other, their meaning understood only by themselves.

Yu Yanbin then raised his water bottle, "To us, the lucky ones!"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then raised their water bottles and shouted, "Cheers! To our good fortune!"

"Whoa!"

Seeing everyone's excited faces, Li Xiao's eyes also shone, and a bright smile spread across her face.