Zhou Ya is currently the only one on Song Chi's side.

She wasn't familiar with these people who claimed to be from the eastern suburbs refugee camp, and she didn't know what kind of person Fang Yuyang was. If it weren't for the fact that Chen Zhou and his group had a lot of influence, Zhou Ya would have also objected to letting Fang Yuyang in. She said, "I think Song Chi did the right thing. Putting aside whether he's a good person or not, that wooden door is so dilapidated. What if he breaks it down after he turns into a zombie..."

This was a curse wishing something bad upon her son, and Aunt Fang still wanted to argue with Zhou Ya.

Nan Qiao stopped her: "Mom, let's not argue with them. We can just wait until tomorrow."

Aunt Fang nodded when she heard her daughter-in-law's gentle voice, and led her to cook. Her son had already brought her and Shen Zhou's lunch into the building. Besides her and Shen Zhou, her daughter-in-law and several children who came in also needed to eat.

They cooked the rice again, cut the luncheon meat into small pieces, fried them until golden brown on both sides, and placed them on the children's plates. Finally, they gave each child half a vacuum-packed braised egg, along with a little bit of Fuling pickled mustard tuber.

The children have been squatting in the back of the car for the past few days, with only water and compressed biscuits as food.

The aroma of the rice was irresistible, and everyone eagerly started eating: "The luncheon meat is so delicious!"

Three- to five-year-old children love to be different, and one of them said, "I think eggs taste better!"

Someone immediately chimed in, "The rice is delicious!"

Some people protested: "Pickled mustard tuber is the best! I love pickled mustard tuber!!!"

The last little dumpling looked at the contents of the bowl, seemingly finding nothing to praise, and finally said, "I think it's all delicious!!!"