Chen Gong heard the voice and stood frozen on the spot.
He didn't speak for a long time.
By then, the woman had returned, looking travel-worn, her head sprinkled with snowflakes that mixed with her graying hair, adding a sense of world-weariness.
After looking at the woman's identity card, Chen Gong knew she was only 30 years old.
But her weather-beaten face carried a sense of aging that seemed more fitting for someone in their forties or fifties.
Life is tough, and everyone struggles to get by.
As the woman spoke, she took out a roasted sweet potato from inside her clothes.
"Nunnu, for you!"
"Doctor Chen, this... don't despise it, haha, here you go, and one for Doctor Zhao as well."
Chen Gong looked at the two steaming hot roasted sweet potatoes pulled out from her bosom.
The little girl looked up at Chen Gong and whispered, "Brother, it's really sweet!"
"Smell it, it's so fragrant!"
Chen Gong smiled, "Have you eaten any?"
