Having eaten her fill, Nanzhi started surveying the cafeteria.
No matter how she looked at it, it deeply resembled the canteen at her school.
Nanzhi was lost in thought, and the others commenced deliberating about their future stay.
"What if we stay on this mountain? We saw this morning, the soil in this stronghold is very fertile!" Father Lin spoke as he stroked his stubble.
Having not shaved for several days, his stubble had grown quite long.
"But this is…" Lin Yicheng started to speak, glanced around at the others eating, and continued in a hushed voice: "This is a bandit hideout."
"The eldest brother is right. Although this place looks good, it is still a bandit hideout. If we indeed decide to stay, we wouldn't even qualify as refugees." Mother Lin spoke, mildly shaking her head.