Aunt nodded tearfully. She had transformed from the assertiveness of her past into a woman seemingly dependent on her man. Uncle then laid out their plans for the future. Now that this had happened, they needed to prepare for what came next. Aunt nodded repeatedly in agreement. During this most helpless time, her husband was stepping forward; he was a man worth relying on.
"Come, come, let's eat first, let's eat first."
"Wang Fang and I have already eaten. It's enough for Su Long to grab a bite," Uncle hurriedly said. Being a freeloader during the apocalypse was the worst. They could handle being hungry for a day, but they couldn't bear to let their child go hungry too.
Grandma Jing insisted on pulling Su Long over to eat. In these apocalyptic times, it didn't pain her to share food with friends and relatives, yet she wouldn't allow anyone to take leftovers, not a single grain of rice. That was Grandma Jing's way of treating guests.
