"Who knows, maybe it's some poison or something?"
Even though the hot porridge was already warming on the stove, no one dared to step forward to receive the food.
The women saw their goodwill unrewarded and instead ridiculed, their expressions turned extremely unpleasant, and they all became dispirited.
At this moment, Ruan Mian approached with a determined look, not in a hurry to speak, just glanced at her disguised aunt in the crowd, who dressed in tatters suddenly stepped out and shakily approached the porridge stall to inquire.
"Are you really distributing porridge?"
The leading woman saw someone coming over and immediately nodded enthusiastically, serving her porridge and additionally giving her some dry food, carefully wrapped in oil paper.
The aunt, playing the role of a poor wife, was overjoyed and nodded in gratitude repeatedly, but was still warned by onlookers.
"I say, wife, you dare to eat things from these brothel girls? Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"
