He still holds a grudge against the millet rice he gave to Hu Hai yesterday.
He threw it back.
Even if he let it go bad and threw it to feed the dogs, he would not give it to Hu Hai to eat.
This kind of person is not worth wasting food on.
Looking at Zhao Gao walking out without hesitation.
Hu Hai turned around and looked at the others.
I saw that most of the people in the straw hut had already left.
There were only two or three left, and the slower ones were still getting dressed.
He immediately jumped up from the straw mat.
He simply tidied his clothes and ran out.
He is not familiar with this place and doesn't know where to eat.
I can only follow the crowd and run along.
We ran all the way up the mountain and came to a bumpy area full of stones and gravel.
There was a simple shed.
There was a long queue in front of the shed.
Everyone held a bowl in their hands.
After taking a look, Hu Hai also went to the side to get a bowl, and then stood in line behind the crowd.
He ran all the way up here, his face flushed and he was out of breath.
I didn’t eat again yesterday and my stomach is empty.
At this time, Hu Hai was so hungry that his legs were shaking and his vision was black.
Even the hand holding the bowl couldn't control the shaking.
It was his turn, standing in front of a large wooden barrel.
Hu Hai looked at the yellow and green lumps in the bowl.
He raised his head mechanically, "What...what is this? Is this what you're having for breakfast?"
The cook who distributed the porridge was a big and strong man, and one of his arms was thicker than Hu Hai's thigh.
Hearing Hu Hai's words, he lowered his head, frowned, and spoke in a rough voice.
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