"Go," Huang's mother said to her gently,

"Mom knows that if you don't go, I'll be feeling uneasy. These steamed buns are our family's contribution."

Xu Mengyao hugged Huang's mother tightly, her gratitude beyond words.

"Thank you, Mom. I will pass this gift on to you."

After saying that, she took the heavy basket of steamed buns and walked quickly towards the mine guesthouse.

The atmosphere in the guesthouse was a bit heavy. At this moment, the affected people were squatting at the door of the room, drinking the porridge in their hands with numb faces.

She walked in and said to the busy staff, "I'm here to give some steamed buns to the villagers. I hope this can be helpful to everyone."

The staff nodded approvingly and took her to start distributing them.

The steamed buns were distributed one by one to each person. Grateful smiles appeared on everyone's faces. When the last two buns were handed to the two youngest children present, Xu Mengyao felt a mixture of emotions. These two skinny children, their legs covered in sores, must have been soaking in water for so long.

She said to them softly, "Here are two steamed buns for you. Eat them while they are hot."

The two children took the steamed buns carefully, their eyes flashing with desire and gratitude for life. They ate them voraciously with happy smiles on their faces.

"Thank you, sister. This is the most delicious steamed bun I have ever eaten."

A child said, his voice was weak but full of gratitude.

Xu Mengyao felt a pang of sadness, and she touched the child's head:

"You must take good care of yourself, everything will be fine."

She looked at the disaster-stricken villagers in front of her and sighed in her heart:

Natural disasters may be unavoidable, but people can fight against them with financial and material resources. She must work harder to make money and improve her abilities so that when the next disaster strikes, she will be able to lend a helping hand and help more people.