Bai Xiao paused while stirring the porridge, and a worried look instantly appeared on her face: "Well, I followed the medical team of the Chinese and Foreign Relief Association. The situation in the southern suburbs is not very stable now, and the order is chaotic. I don't know..."

"Sister Bai Xiao, believe my brother, he will be fine." Zheng Wanqing comforted softly, and the image of her brother's resolute back when he resolutely left home and went to Germany to study medicine emerged in front of her eyes. A smile appeared on her face unconsciously, "He has been like this since he was a child."

Bai Xiao couldn't help but chuckle, and her originally worried brows relaxed a little: "No wonder you two are brother and sister, you really look like cut from the same mold."

After taking a short break, the two immediately returned to their busy work. Suddenly, a noisy commotion came from the end of the team.

Three half-grown boys were trying to grab the dry food in the little girl's arms, like a pack of hungry wolves tearing at their prey. The girl tightly guarded half a piece of sorghum cake, and did not say a word even when fists and kicks landed on her back.

"What a sin!" Old Zhao picked up the firewood stick and rushed over. The boys scattered at once, leaving only the girl curled up in the snow, still holding the blackened cake tightly in her arms.

Zheng Wanqing hurriedly walked up to the door. She squatted down in front of the little girl, and the lambskin cuffs of her clothes were accidentally rubbed with mud. She whispered, "Are you hurt?"

The girl raised her head. There was a bloodstain on her dirty little face, but her eyes were as stubborn as a little animal. She shook her head and hid the biscuit in her arms, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it away.

Zheng Wanqing felt a sharp pain in her heart. She sighed softly, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, carefully wiped the wound on her face, and said gently, "Are you hungry? Come to the front and get a bowl of hot porridge."

The girl stared at her for a long while, and suddenly whispered: "Madam, can you give me one more bowl? My mother is sick and can't get up..." Zheng Wanqing's heart trembled suddenly, her eyes moistened, and she said softly: "Okay."

Bai Xiao quickly filled two bowls of thick porridge, carefully packed a few pieces of dry food, and gently handed them to the girl: "Sister, take it, walk carefully, don't spill it."

The girl held the food tightly, bowed deeply to them, then turned around and ran quickly into the depths of the alley.

Bai Xiao and Zheng Wanqing looked at the girl's back. For a moment, no one spoke, and they all felt indescribable feelings in their hearts.

Before they knew it, the sky gradually darkened, and the line in front of the porridge stall finally dispersed. Zheng Wanqing rubbed her aching waist and looked up at the gloomy sky. The heavy dark clouds seemed to be about to come down at any time, and the snow was going to fall heavily again.

At this time, Uncle Zhou came over from the car and whispered, "Madam, it's time to get up. The young marshal should be worried."

Zheng Wanqing nodded, turned around and said to Bai Xiao: "Come together, I'll give you a ride."

When the two were about to leave, they heard hurried footsteps behind them. Zheng Wanqing looked up and saw that it was the girl from before. She ran over breathlessly, holding a handful of dried wild plums in her hand.

"Madam...this is for you." The girl stuffed the flowers into Zheng Wanqing's hand, and her thin figure disappeared into the dark alley in an instant.

Zheng Wanqing was slightly startled. She looked at Bai Xiao and they smiled at each other.

In this severe cold of ice and snow, the handful of dried wild plums may have lost their original bright colors, but for some reason, it inexplicably reminded Zheng Wanqing of a poem.

"If the north wind understands my feelings, please don't destroy me."

She carefully put the plum branch into her sleeve, turned around and started her way home. Snow flakes fluttered down and landed on her shoulders, quickly melting into water and soaking into her clothes.