"Eat slowly, there's enough for everyone, no need to fight over it. There's enough food, and meat soup too."
Zhuo Yunfei shouted until his throat was hoarse, occasionally laughing and cursing as he playfully kicked someone on the buttocks. The person kicked initially wore an expression of despair, body tensed up, fearing they wouldn't get any food. They jumped up, covering their backside, and laughed, saying, "Chief Constable Zhuo, you're a well-fed man who doesn't know the hunger of the starving. I heard you've been living it up with King Ping in Xingqing Prefecture, dining like kings. You have no idea how much we've suffered."
As he laughed, he began to cry again.
"I was doing relatively well in Ling Mountain Prefecture, just being hunted by the Hu People. Fleeing east and west, I went three days without food or water. I've heard about Wenyuan and Wuyan Prefectures... sigh..."
