Su Mingan was wearing a white church robe, white gloves, and white leather boots. He was a little uncomfortable with the clergyman's clothes, which made it difficult to move and kept pulling at his legs.
The black-robed priest Lu Shu followed behind them silently, as a companion.
"Wen Sheng. We will go to twelve locations around the city to distribute relief supplies. It will take about three hours. Do you have anything to do after that?" Li Mingyue asked Su Ming'an who was tidying up his white robe.
Su Mingan nodded: "I have nothing to do in the morning, let's go."
People came up and thanked Su Mingan for his charitable act. Su Mingan distributed the food to people one by one according to the strict food quota.
"Thank you!"
"Thank you, thank God for the food! Thank you for the grace of the church!"
People thanked Su Ming'an with gratitude on their faces.
In the back, at a distance that Su Mingan couldn't hear, Li Mingyue was watching this scene and whispered to herself:
"...Wen Sheng."
"Even if you only do these mundane jobs... it's okay if you don't become a savior."
The sound was tiny, like a fleeting gust of wind. When Su Mingan turned around, his ears did not catch the tiny gust of wind.
"Godfather, how do we divide this bread..." Su Mingan asked as he opened the plastic bag. It was his first time doing this and he was a little flustered.
Li Mingyue stepped forward and taught him step by step: "...This line is the division of the quantity. Each person gets a small bag. Each bag should have two loaves of bread, which are about the same size. Take a close look."
"good……"
White doves flapped their wings and the crowds of people came and went.
The young man lowered his head and unwrapped the bread, as if he was just an ordinary person in the world.
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