Secretary Xiaozu chatted with the leaders until after ten, almost narrating every household's affairs in and out of the village.
A large bowl of crispy rice, no one's mouth was idle, those speaking munching away, and those listening crunching too.
In the end, everyone ate their fill of carbs and drowsily returned to their rooms. Only then did Secretary Xiaozu remember—
There was still a report to write!
She had no choice but to put on a pained expression, thinking that the village was not bustling enough, at least she couldn't even order a coffee.
But it's okay.
Yawning, she boiled water at midnight and made herself a cup of tea.
Come on! Young people can stay up! She must write a good report to impress the leaders!
If there was a chance it could make it to the internal bulletin...
The fragrance of the tea came forth, dispersing the starches surging in her mind. The young, round-faced secretary snapped back to reality, and the sweet dream shattered.
