Bai Junjun smiled and patted her on the head.
"Thank you all."
"Are you hungry? We should be stopping to set up camp soon, and then I will make you some mushroom soup."
Old Uncle Qiu looked up at the sky.
In the countryside, most households only ate two meals a day, and during the escape, it was even more uncertain.
However, the Seven-Person Team, no matter where they went, would always set up camp on time for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, prioritizing mealtime.
Others could choose to stay or leave, but they would definitely stop to eat.
Because of this, the refugees had more time to rest, and they would actively look for food around meal times.
Old Uncle Qiu had figured out the Seven-Person Team's routine, and since they had food, their journey was less stressful.
Once Bai Junjun understood the Seven-Person Team's schedule, she continued to lay on Qiu Da's back to rest.