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The loudspeaker had said everything that needed to be said and more, even revealing how the children had come to be. However, this was all orchestrated by Xu Li, primarily to prepare the villagers for the truth about the children, so they wouldn’t pry into their origins and reopen old wounds.
In less than half an hour, the entire village was affected. Aside from the Little Ones who understood nothing, many of the more seasoned villagers, especially the sentimental aunties, had red eyes and sniffled noses. The men silently lowered their heads to smoke or occasionally sighed.
The younger generation no longer laughed and joked but sat quietly in their places. They had never imagined that there were people in the world with such tragic fates.
Village Chief Grandpa Xu Li arrived at the cafeteria first, and one by one, the villagers greeted him as he walked in. Once he entered the kitchen, Yisha brought out his special apron and helped him put it on, fastening each button while saying, "You are truly remarkable!" Misha hugged him briefly before stepping aside. A few young men immediately grinned and followed him, listening attentively as the Village Chief explained how to prepare each dish and manage the seasonings. The young men nodded continuously in understanding.
The older aunties who usually cooked were feeling overwhelmed by the busy summer and winter seasons, having to prepare meals for so many people daily. These young men were set to become the next generation of cafeteria chefs! Even if they didn’t cook in the village cafeteria, they could still make a living with this skill elsewhere.
As more people filled the cafeteria, those Little Ones still drinking milk were moved to an office upstairs where small beds were lined up. Over ten pregnant women watched over them while their husbands stepped outside for a smoke; they were under protection.
In a separate live-streaming room upstairs, a table was set up for a quiet dining experience.
Anna and Grandma Eva led a large group into the cafeteria. The children in new clothes trailed behind them with shy glances. They were quickly surrounded by aunties who knew the truth. Without needing any arrangements, they quickly devoured everything on their tables.
Regardless of whether they were Westerners or Slavs, most people tended to be quite indifferent. However, since moving into Hongqi Village, their original coldness had melted away thanks to the warmth of the previous villagers. After experiencing this kindness for some time, they naturally began to accept new villagers with open hearts.
This cycle had continued for nearly thirty years, making Hongqi Village distinct within Siberia and among all Slavic peoples.
The eldest son of the Zhukov family shook Felida's thigh with his little frozen hand, offering her his cherished Fairy Stick with a proud grin on his innocent face. "Big sister, you look really beautiful! I’m Ivan. Can I invite you to watch some fireworks? They’re really pretty!"
Felida looked into the concerned eyes surrounding her, then glanced at the innocent Little Ivan. Unable to hold back, she threw herself into Zhukov and Qi Qin's arms, bursting into tears. All the hardships and grievances she had endured throughout her life surged forth, and she truly wanted to cry her heart out.
Little Ivan pouted, holding the Fairy Stick in his hand, blinking his big eyes in a state of confusion.
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