Half an hour later, a rich aroma spread through the ruined mall, curling into every corner like a mischievous spirit. Even though they had already eaten their rations, the scent was so thick, so warm and homely, it made everyone's stomach clench with longing.
Several people, either openly or pretending not to, stole glances at the pot in front of Jiang Jiamian and Ling Zhuang. Steam rose in waves, carrying a fragrance that made mouths water. Just looking at it made the dry bread in their hands seem like chewed cardboard.
Who could endure this smell any longer?
Xiao Jinfeng cleared his throat, forcing himself to stand first. "I'll go check the inner rooms. See if any of them are suitable for sleeping."
The others immediately followed suit, scrambling for an excuse to escape. "We'll come too."
But just as they turned away…
"Wait." Jiang Jiamian's voice stopped them.
