Hoo...
Outside the window, snow and wind were swirling.
Inside, the aroma of warm food filled the air.
The cafeteria of the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory had just opened; the tables and chairs were new, the floor shiny, even reflecting the televisions hanging from the ceiling.
The administrative staff and workers, some holding bowls of hot noodle soup, some eating warm soaked bread, chatted and laughed while they ate.
"Our factory's meal standard isn't worse than that of the distillery, is it?"
"Yeah, look, there's so much lamb in the soaked bread, haha."
Some workers, in groups of four, applied for a small hot pot at their table.
Bai Mo did just that, with Wu Qingyun, Fang Xiaoyu, and Coconut Fruit, surrounding the steaming hot pot, dipping and eating.
"Sss ah..."
Fang Xiaoyu dipped tripe into the red oil, enjoying it richly.
Wu Qingyun preferred thick potato noodles, pulling them out and slurping them down after dipping them in.
