After Bai Lingmiao delivered those two bowls of rice, Li Huowang saw that the two wheat workers were so excited their hands were shaking, continuously bowing and thanking Bai Lingmiao and saying something to him.
Compared to Li Huowang's group, who still needed wild vegetable soup to cut through the greasiness, the two wheat workers had no such worry. They held the bowls with an almost reverent expression, eating the cured meat rice one bite after another.
The rice in the bowls was quickly devoured, but the cured meat was picked out and carefully wrapped in cloth by the two men, apparently planning to save the meat for later.
The older wheat worker ran to the stream by the field and washed the two bowls spotlessly clean, then with a few teeth missing, he smiled and brought the bowls to Li Huowang.
The old wheat worker seemed to want to say something, but his inept tongue couldn't form the words, and it was Li Huowang who broke the silence first.