"Thank goodness, thank goodness!" Mrs. Jing's hands shook as she reheated a pot of chicken soup noodles, bringing it over to give everyone an added meal. In the apocalypse, no family could afford such luxury anymore.
Aunt Wang Fang cried in distress while Su Long ate his noodles carelessly. Uncle's face also looked quite grim, but he gratefully took Mrs. Jing's hand.
"Sister, we owe Jing Shu a great deal this time. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if it wasn't for her. It's as if it was fated for her to come back on this day and to call us over just at the right time. As your older brother, I don't have much else to say, but once Su Long and his mother are settled, I will personally come to thank Jing Shu. She saved our family of three."
