Meanwhile, Chen Si and the others arrived at the refugee camp and entered a large tent.
After hearing Ramzi's account, his father warmly welcomed everyone, bringing out the pastries and fine liquor he had treasured and never had the heart to consume.
"They call this a refugee camp, but this tent isn't much more basic than our Survey Corps camp by the harbor," Hange remarked.
"Is our camp by the harbor even fit for people to live in? We sleep with ants and mosquitoes every single night," Chris grumbled.
Like Armin, Mina looked around curiously. She even went over to offer Ramzi's father a hand, but he ushered her back.
"Philia, what's that thing you've been holding?" Yasuo asked, pointing at the pinwheel in her hand.
Philia
"This is a pinwheel. It can blow air and light up, too. My dad gave it to me. Apparently, it was the first prototype he made."
With that, Philia flipped the switch. The pinwheel began spinning, and its bulb lit up.
"Wow, that's amazing!" Seeing it, Yasuo wanted to give one to Kenny.
"If you like it, I can give you one. Not this one, though. I'll find one for you when I get home," Philia said with a smile.
"Philia, Yasuo, these are for you."
Ramzi brought over two cakes and set them in front of Philia and Yasuo.
Ramzi was a little nervous. These were the best things his family had to offer, and he didn't know whether Philia and Yasuo would accept them.
"I had this on the street when I was little. Later, my dad wouldn't let me eat street food anymore. It's been so long since I last had it. Thank you, Ramzi."
Philia took a tiny bite. Her dainty lips and adorable expression left Yasuo flustered.
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