Xiao Jue's eyes turned fiery red as she leaned closer to Wang Xinyi's neck. Only then did Wang Xinyi notice his daughter's unusual behavior and quickly asked, "What are you doing?"
"Father, how did you get an injury here?"
Xiao Jue pointed at the back of Wang Xinyi's neck, near his shoulder, where there was a fresh scratch.
"Oh... I got it while going with your Uncle Liu and them to cut bamboo to make tables and chairs. In times like these in Mingjiang Prefecture, who knows how long this will last."
Wang Xinyi took a cane made of a broken tree branch to support himself, stood up to tidy up the leftovers. The bones that his daughter had gnawed on still had some meat sinew attached, which he also gnawed on—the disaster made an already frugal person learn to be even more frugal, not letting a shred of meat go to waste.
"This time in our Mingjiang Prefecture, thanks to a great gentleman, even though we're living poorly, but food and drink are better than before the disaster."
