The dusk gradually deepened, and the scenery on both sides of the road inexplicably exuded a sense of desolation.
The baby inside the car was already asleep, and the compartment fell into silence.
Chuzheng squinted for half an hour, and when the woman saw her awake, she cautiously handed over some food: "Thank you."
Chuzheng didn't refuse, taking it.
Fair exchange, there's no such thing as free contribution in this world.
Seeing this, the woman actually breathed a sigh of relief and boldly asked, "Do you have any milk left? Can I trade with you?"
In the whole convoy, there were people with children, but no infants, so no one had things like formula.
The woman had asked around before.
She was already feeling desperate, not expecting that the two little girls arranged by the rescue team would actually have milk.
The man and woman seemed to be a couple, but they didn't talk much, and now the man sullenly chimed in: "If you're willing to trade, we can give you more."
