After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

As soon as Murong Chen heard this, he knew that his mother did this for Lin Dong and others, and his heart was filled with joy. His eyes flashed with excitement, as if he had already seen the surprised expressions of his friends.

He knew what a precious gift this meal was to those little friends and their families who had been hungry for a long time.

When it was time to distribute dinner, the prisoners lined up in long queues as usual, with fatigue and numbness in their eyes, waiting for the meager food.

However, they were told that there were no steamed buns and wild vegetable soup, and there was a sudden uproar in the crowd.

"What does this mean? Are we not going to be provided with dinner from now on?" A bearded man shouted at the top of his voice, his eyes full of anger and fear, and the voice echoed in the crowd like thunder.

"Are you trying to force us to death?" An old woman's lips trembled, tears flashing in her eyes. She was holding a skinny child in her arms. The child's shriveled belly was slightly bulging due to hunger, which made people feel pity.

"Why did you suddenly stop our dinner?" A young man's face flushed, he waved his arms excitedly, and his already thin body trembled slightly with anger, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"We can't live like this! They're really pushing us to death!" A haggard middle-aged man roared with gritted teeth.

"That's right! We haven't done anything wrong, why are you treating us like this!" The person next to him echoed, his voice full of resentment.

"What should I do? The old and young at home are waiting for me to bring back some food!" A white-haired old man, with cloudy eyes full of helplessness, stamped his feet anxiously.

"Do you want to starve us to death to save yourself the trouble?" someone speculated suspiciously, with deep fear in his tone.

"I see! This is intentional. It's so unfair!" A thin woman cried while wiping her tears.

"No, we can't just sit there and wait for death. We have to ask them for an explanation!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone responded, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

Everyone was extremely excited. Not having dinner was tantamount to forcing them into a dead end. They were already struggling on the brink of life and death every day. These two steamed buns and a bowl of wild vegetable soup were their last hope of survival.

Now that this hope was suddenly shattered, the starving prisoners felt only extreme despair, which quickly overwhelmed their bodies and minds like a tide.

Seeing that Baozi didn't explain himself clearly, which aroused the anger of the other prisoners, Chifeng glared at him immediately. His eyes were like a sharp blade. Baozi shuddered with fear and shrank his neck.

Chifeng was secretly annoyed that such a good thing was almost ruined. He knew very well that if these fugitives started making trouble, it would not be so easy to quell them.

"What are you arguing about? Shut up!"

Chifeng suddenly shouted, and the sound echoed in the hall like a huge bell, with unquestionable majesty.

The convicts fell silent immediately as if they were under a spell, not daring to make a sound. The boiling noise just now disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only a suffocating silence.

"Today's dinner isn't just steamed buns, so stop yelling! Everyone, go to the lobby now. We're treating you. There's food for you!"

Chifeng frowned and glanced sternly at the crowd. He knew very well that these fugitives were like hungry wolves and would cause chaos if they were not careful.

He did not mention Murong Ling'er because he wanted to protect her. After all, in this complicated environment, she was still a fugitive, like walking on a tightrope. Being too high-profile would be like lighting a torch in the dark, which would inevitably bring unnecessary trouble and might even lead her into an irretrievable situation.

When the convicts arrived at the lobby of the post station in a crooked line, full of doubts and expectations, the scene made them open their eyes wide in shock and disbelief.

There were several large pots of food on each table. The dishes were steaming hot and exuding an enticing aroma. The rich aroma of meat instantly filled the entire lobby.

Next to it was a large bowl of white rice, each grain of rice was plump and looked like a pearl.

The crowd instantly became boiling, just like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing huge waves.

"What day is it today? How could someone invite us fugitives to dinner?" A white-haired old man said in a trembling voice, tears flashing in his cloudy eyes, and his weathered face was full of surprise and confusion.

"Stop nagging and eat quickly. After this meal, you don't know if there will be another meal!"

A lean man shouted, his eyes flashing with a hungry wolf's light, and he rushed to the table impatiently. He looked so anxious as if he was afraid that this was just an illusory dream that would disappear if he delayed any further.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly, otherwise it will be gone!" Others responded one after another, and for a while, the lobby became a mess.

People pushed and shoved each other, rushing towards the food desperately. The scene was like a crazy feast.

The convicts who were angry and desperate just now suddenly smiled with joy, as if they had won a huge prize, and the gloom on their faces disappeared.

They began to grab the food like a whirlwind, and their eating manners were extremely awkward. They had been hungry for months, and now only had food in their eyes. Their mouths were too busy to talk. The grease was smeared on their faces and hands, but they didn't care at all, as if there was nothing else important in the world at this moment.

Murong Ling'er, Chu Lingfeng and others sat at the same table. The atmosphere at their table was slightly different from that at other tables. There was no chaos of fighting, only a different kind of warmth.

The food on their table was not a big pot like other people's, but a dish of carefully prepared delicacies.

The reason why the food on this table is so exquisite is because Murong Ling'er is generous. She knows very well that in order to win people's hearts in this difficult environment, she cannot be stingy in the slightest.

Moreover, she secretly gave the cook a lot of benefits, so the meal was prepared by the cook herself. She treated it as if it were a royal banquet, putting all her thoughts and thoughts into every step, pouring all her skills and enthusiasm into it.

The chiffon table was equally good, and most of the good dishes that the station could offer were on these two tables.

The table was filled with delicacies, including fat and tender roast chicken with a golden and crispy skin that shone with an attractive luster, delicious steamed fish with delicate fish meat that seemed to tremble slightly in the plate, and various exquisite side dishes, with the perfect combination of meat and vegetables.

The officers sat together, their eyes full of satisfaction and joy. They feasted and laughed.

This meal was like a magical spell, making the convicts who guessed the truth admire and appreciate Murong Ling'er even more.

Their eyes were full of respect when they looked at Murong Ling'er, a kind of admiration for their benefactor.

As for those confused people, their dissatisfaction melted away like ice and snow after being comforted by this delicious meal. They immersed themselves in this rare feeling of fullness and no longer cared about the past.

A storm quietly dissipated during this sumptuous and dreamy dinner, just like the morning mist gradually disappearing under the sunlight, leaving only a warm and peaceful atmosphere spreading in the inn.