Ye Xingchen's family was in the supermarket business, so he naturally had dealings with his peers and knew where their warehouses were.
The people in the group seemed to have met their savior.
There was no other reason. Even if they took a lot of supplies from Zhang Yi's house, it was probably enough for them to eat for a week or two.
Zhang Yi's family had a lot of supplies, but it could not support so many people living in this entire community.
Many people died in the cold weather, but those who died were basically the elderly and children. The young people who survived had a big appetite.
Ye Xingchen's words undoubtedly gave them hope.
No one knew how long the snow would last, nor did they know what the officials were planning. If they could only live for one more day, it was one more day. They would never complain about having too much food.
"Little Ye, you're really... I'm crying."