"Alright, Lin Lele, stop talking!" Chen Yu said in a low voice to stop Lin Lele.
Lin Lele pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and poured the last of the pickled vegetables on the table into Qiao Xin's porridge bowl.
Just as Qiao Xin was about to say something, she saw Lin Lele pull out a half-eaten bag of beef jerky from her thick cotton-padded coat and pour it into an empty plate.
The group looked on in surprise and disbelief.
"These are the snacks I didn't finish on the way. It's not too much to ask to exchange them for your pickled vegetables, is it?" Lin Lele said as she pushed the beef jerky in front of everyone.
"This...?" The group gaped in astonishment. What kind of conditions were these? Beef jerky as a snack?
"Hehe, we were lucky. We found a small supermarket that hadn't been visited by anyone on the way," Chen Yu explained.
Upon hearing this, the group exclaimed in surprise, their eyes flashing with disbelief and a hint of envy.
In this era of extreme scarcity, finding a small supermarket that hasn't been looted is undoubtedly a rare stroke of luck.
Because of Lin Lele's actions, the atmosphere at the scene eased considerably. Qiao Gang and Liu Tonghua showed relieved smiles, and Qiao Xin also put away her previous anger, staring intently at the beef jerky on the plate.
"Uncle Qiao, aren't supplies in Kyoto plentiful? Why are you living in such poverty?" Chen Yu couldn't help but ask.
Qin Zhen and his gang plundered supplies from several nearby provinces and cities to support the city. It's unbelievable that Qiao Gang's family, living on the outskirts of the capital, had to borrow a packet of expired pickled vegetables from their neighbors.
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