Banggen, however, did not show his true feelings. During his time in prison, he had learned to endure—or rather, he had been forced to learn.
Life inside had been worse than death; it was unbearable. Everyone there had picked on him.
Before long, Qin Huairu finished preparing the meal. It consisted of just a few steamed white flour buns, with mostly coarse cornmeal buns. There was no other way; since Shazhu had stopped providing for their family, this was all they could afford. Even having white buns was considered a luxury, as they usually survived on cornmeal buns and wild vegetable soup.
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