The next morning, they arrived at the distribution center in the South District, where a long line had already formed.
Gu Pan took her camera and shot some photos from different angles. She planned to pair them with her journal entries when she got home, documenting such moments. Today was a meaningful day.
Rarely did one see such smiles on the residents' faces—smiles that came from deep within.
Those who received fruit didn't wait until they got home to eat; many households only had one or two people left. To put it bluntly, by the time they got home, the fruit could be stolen. It was safer to just eat it there. After all, with only two strawberries per person, eating them meant truly possessing them.
Now the melons weren't ripe yet, so distribution hadn't started.
That day, Gu Pan and the others also had a fulfilling time. In the evening, she baked bread and made strawberry jam, sharing some with each household to be saved for breakfast.
