It was almost noon when Ryan came back, his face full of fatigue and depression. He took off his sun hat, sighed a long depressed breath, and drank a glass of cold beer to calm himself. Ervin sat on the coffee table, stepped on Ryan's knees with his feet, and looked at him face to face. Ryan was about to speak when he saw Zhao Ma, the wet nurse Xiao Lai, the old, the middle and the young, holding Feng Yi, dressed neatly, with their hair combed and tied tightly, and holding several large bundles in their hands.
Ryan asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Ma said, "It was Boss Shang's idea. If soldiers come into the city, we women can't run fast, so we might as well hide in the basement, eat dry food for a few days, and avoid the limelight." Zhao Ma patted her bag and said, "Look, I made pancakes and boiled eggs overnight."
Ryan looked at Ervin: "You are quite experienced."
Ervin raised his chin: "That's right! I have crossed more bridges than you have walked."
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