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Suddenly, there was a loud "Gurgulu——" sound coming from my stomach, which suddenly broke the silence of the hut.

Ye Jingshu was startled for a moment, then remembered it belatedly.

I first went out to find something to fill my stomach.

It was thrilling just now, and it was about receiving intelligence, hiding from the puppet troops, and activating the system.

So far, she has not touched a single bite.

The feeling of hunger swept over me instantly, making my stomach feel empty.

Only then did she raise her hand, her thoughts moving slightly.

Immediately there were two heavy pieces of thick dough in the palm of my hand.

There is also a small box of mild frostbite cream.

The bread has an earthy grain aroma, and just smelling it makes people feel at ease.

Ye Jingshu didn't dare to devour it, fearing that her stomach would not be able to bear it after being empty for too long.

I had to break off a small piece of dough, hold it in my mouth, and slowly soak it with saliva to soften it.

Wait until it becomes softer before you dare to chew it a few times and swallow it slowly.

One bite, and another.

The rough but solid aroma of noodles spreads in your mouth, and the warmth falls into your stomach bit by bit.

The originally weak body gradually gained some strength.

After finishing one piece, she carefully put the other piece into the space, and then picked up the box of chilblain ointment.

Looking at her red, swollen, cracked, and frostbite-covered hands, she lightly applied a layer of ointment.

The cool touch instantly relieves the sting.

There is food, ointment, space, and a system.

Ye Jingshu leaned against the cold wall and breathed out gently.

He reached out and touched the kang. The cold reed mat made his palms ache, and there was not even a thin mattress underneath.

I'm afraid I won't be able to warm myself up even if I lie down in it in the middle of the night.

She touched her pocket and found a few crumpled French dime notes.

There was also a small handful of copper coins—all she had now.

The most urgent thing now is to heat up the kang.

She gathered up her old cotton-padded jacket, stepped on the frozen dirt road in the alley, and walked to the next door in a few steps.

The courtyard door of Grandma Wang's house is two old wooden doors.

The corners were frayed, and there was still a bit of cold air leaking from the cracks in the door.

She raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door panel three times with her knuckles.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

"Grandma Wang, are you at home?"

The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear in the quiet alley.

As the footsteps approached, the door creaked open. Grandma Wang, wrapped in a green cloth headscarf, narrowed her eyes and smiled:

"Jingshu, are you feeling cold? Come in quickly."

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