6:37 AM, He Cheng, who had overslept and only woke up on the seventh ring of his alarm, rushed into Yunzhong Restaurant wearing a wrinkled shirt, still half-asleep and disoriented.
As soon as he entered the cafeteria, He Cheng suspected he was still dreaming.
How else to explain the scene before him? It was clearly only 6:37 AM, yet Yunzhong Restaurant was bustling, crowded, and bursting with noise, every seat taken.
Why were these familiar faces, people who normally wouldn't arrive until 7, sitting so peacefully at the tables now, many small empty plates in front of them, smiles of happiness and satisfaction on their faces, exuding kindness, with even the air around them brimming with joy?
Why was there such a long line at this hour, with the usually post-8 AM hungry office workers already in queue, fatigued yet excited, the dark circles under their eyes and vacant stares betraying their work stress, but their restrained smiles and animated expressions revealing their delight?
