Qin Yao washed her hands clean, wiped her face, and finally sat down inside the room.
Seeing the large plate of greasy stir-fried pork belly on the dining table, along with the white rice with crispy crust, Qin Yao frowned slightly but said nothing.
Picking up the bowl and chopsticks, "Let's eat."
As soon as Qin Yao called for dinner, the chopsticks of the father and his four sons immediately reached for the meat.
Liu Ji fried all the meat, a total of four pounds, without any vegetables to accompany it, which looked very greasy.
Without expecting much, Qin Yao ate a piece, her eyes lit up, it actually tasted good!
After surviving the apocalypse for over a decade, daily food was either dry rations or instant noodles. Qin Yao wasn't picky at all; as long as the food was tasty, she considered it good enough.
A piece of meat and two large mouthfuls of rice, she didn't feel greasy at all, and the crispy crust rice was very fragrant.
