Wrapped in Ye Qing's jacket, Huangfu Ziyu felt a warmth in her heart. She grabbed Ye Qing's hand and softly said, "There's still some food in the car. Should we just give it all to her?"
"Give it all to her? Then what will you eat?" Ye Qing asked with a smile.
Huangfu Ziyu laughed and said, "It's fine. If I get hungry, Mr. Ye, you can hunt for me and cook some wild game. After all, there's no shortage of game in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, as long as you know how to cook."
"Hahaha…" Ye Qing couldn't help but laugh. He stepped forward, took all the remaining food from the car, packed it into a bag, and placed it in front of the woman. In a gentle voice, he said, "Miss, we're leaving now. Keep this food for yourself. I'm not sure if you can understand me, but the mountains here are incredibly dangerous, and there's no food around. You should head down the mountain to find some villagers—there'll be more food down there."
