Big Camphor Tree Base.
The weather was bitterly cold, with snowflakes swirling around like catkins, showing no sign of stopping.
Inner City.
After working overtime last night, the modifications inside the greenhouse were finally completed.
At six o'clock in the morning, the entire base remained quiet, with no one in sight along the corridors.
Squeak—
Within the residential building of Inner City, a room door was opened, and Aunt Zhou looked at the snow outside, a vast expanse of white.
"Wow! This heavy snow!" Aunt Zhou quickly put on a hat and gloves and headed toward the canteen. She was already half an hour late today, but she didn't expect to see hardly anyone outside.
"Let's just make some porridge today." Aunt Zhou muttered as she trudged to the entrance of the canteen.
Breakfast supply at the base starts at 7:30 a.m., giving her an hour and a half to prepare.
Later, Mrs. Li, Wang Cheng's wife, and others came from other rooms to help make breakfast.
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Meanwhile.
