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The village chief stood up, tugging at the hem of his clothes before striding over to a few bricks that had been temporarily placed for him to stand on.
"Ah, our village is a place of great fortune! Just this year, with the resumption of college entrance examinations, we had two students get accepted into universities! That’s quite an achievement!"
He had intended to take advantage of the lively atmosphere to speak a bit more, after all, he was someone who enjoyed being in the spotlight. How could he pass up such an opportunity?
However, as he casually glanced around and noticed that everyone had already started eating, with some dishes nearly empty, he lost his composure.
"Congratulations to the two students! I hope our village can continue to shine in the future!"
He hastily concluded his speech and returned to his seat, picking up his chopsticks. At this point, who had time to applaud him? Everyone's mouths were stuffed full.
Before they could even swallow what was in their mouths, they were already grabbing more food with their chopsticks. Drinking and eating fish? That was out of the question; it would waste too much time.
The village chief scanned the table and saw a feast of meat dishes, but there was only one piece of Braised Roe Deer Meat left. Just as he was about to grab it, another pair of chopsticks swiftly darted toward that plate, expertly snatching the meat and sending it straight into the mouth of the Village Accountant.
"Damn it, I see you won’t be getting any either!"
The village chief cursed inwardly, feeling a complex mix of emotions—disappointment, sadness, or something else entirely—he just felt deflated all at once.
With only a few dumplings left on the table, he decided not to hold back this time and went straight for them with his chopsticks.
These dumplings filled with pickled cabbage and pork had thin skins and generous fillings; one bite released a burst of savory juices. Yet thanks to the pickled cabbage, they were rich without being greasy—a true delicacy.
The village chief wore a satisfied expression but didn’t have time to savor it. Just as he was about to grab a second dumpling, he noticed that the last one had disappeared into the mouth of the Village Secretary.
Were these all starving ghosts?
He cursed silently again but maintained a calm facade while mentally noting their names for future reference.
His thoughts didn’t stop as his hands continued moving; one chopstick after another filled his mouth with food without caring about appearances. Although his family was among the wealthiest in the village, even during festivals they wouldn’t eat like this! If he didn’t eat now, wouldn’t that be foolish?
What did appearances matter? Could they fill his stomach?
Meanwhile, those villagers who hadn’t made it to the table were squatting in corners with their own bowls filled to the brim with food, enjoying their simple yet delicious meals made from two parts flour and one part water.
The children gathered around the table where Zhiqing was seated, noticing that the food was served more slowly there.
"Hey, have you ever seen anyone eat like this? They look like refugees!"
Before going to the countryside, Liu Yingyu had been a pampered young lady at home, so she had never encountered such a scene.
"Sister, are you going to eat that?"
A little boy, with snot running down his face, looked at Liu Yingyu with hopeful eyes.
"No, no, just take it!"
Liu Yingyu pretended to be disdainful, but her kind heart prevailed as she picked up the plate and shoved it into the little boy's arms.
"What are you all staring at? I'm just worried he'll get his snot on me; I find that disgusting!"
Faced with the gazes of the other Zhiqing, Liu Yingyu felt a bit embarrassed instead.
Every move she made caught Yu Suihuan's attention, and he suddenly found her quite endearing.
"Hey, little sister-in-law!"
After staying in the courtyard for a while and finding it dull, Yu Suihuan decided to return to his own little courtyard but was suddenly stopped by Huo Dongkai.
"Stop shouting! If you keep making noise, I'll break your legs!"
Yu Suihuan raised his hand as if he was about to hit someone.
"I'm not shouting! Just joking! Hehe!"
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