After Hua Biao and the other two left the base, the village immediately quieted down.
Everyone went back inside and sat down again.
Because of his condition, Tang Xiaoquan hadn't been asked to join the send-off just now.
So when he saw everyone come back, he hurriedly asked, "So? Did Huazi and the others leave?"
"Yeah, they've already left."
"Did they take all their gear and stuff?"
"They did."
"Food, water, supplies?"
"Heh, don't worry, Xiaotang. You still don't know what kind of background Huazi and the others have? You don't need to worry about how they prep." Old Lin lifted the kettle and added some hot water for Tang Xiaoquan, then sat down and asked with concern, "So, how do you feel now?"
Tang Xiaoquan took the hot tea, sipped twice, then forced out a little smile. "Much better. When I first got back I was freezing to death. Now I'm finally warming up."
