At the Bamboo House, the elderly who couldn't sleep had already woken up early, starting to prepare breakfast.
Granny Li hurried off to the terraces at dawn, concerned about the growth of her taros.
Cai Zhi, Old Ma and others strapped on bamboo baskets, fishing nets, and fishing rods, heading together toward the waterfront via the road.
Everyone had their own tasks, though laborious, they all wore smiles on their faces.
Being busy is better than waiting idly in the buildings for death.
Liang Yuan returned to his floor in the Bamboo House, and from a distance, he could already smell the fragrance.
As he went upstairs, he saw Yang Mei busily preparing breakfast.
Breakfast consisted of sweet potato porridge, along with a basket filled with pickled fish and meat buns, emitting a delightful aroma, packed with carbs.
She also fried some eggs, golden and crispy deep-fried mutant fish, sprinkled with chili powder, bursting with fragrance.
