The old man's lips carried a smile.
He was ready to die bravely; death, he did not fear, since he had no family left, nothing at all, wandering outside like a beggar.
In that case, death was more a relief for him.
"Get inside."
At the door, two people were kicked in, falling to the ground.
Old Wang was startled; weren't those two people Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao!
"Brother Hu Zi, what's going on? We just brought some meat from over there for you, and are defrosting it in the house. Why did you...?"
Song Moting held the still frozen, rock-hard meat in his hands, feeling wronged, his hands red from the cold.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was the same, "Brother Hu Zi, we can't cook, but we can grill meat. Why don't we save this from being stewed and prepare some grilled meat for everyone, it'll be delicious."
She showed her teeth flattering Hu Zi.
They hadn't washed for days, their faces blackened, all you could see were their yellow teeth.
