Mai Dong took a file on her second EVA trip.
In the beginning, she had her doubts. Wasn't holding a file to fix the spacecraft's heat-resistant tiles equivalent to fixing a CPU with an electric soldering iron?
"Who told you that the lander's heat-resistant tiles are a CPU?" Tomcat said indifferently. "It's only a tractor. What's wrong with wielding a hammer to strike a tractor? Back then, the Volgograd Tractor Plant workers used the hammers in their hands to produce more than ten thousand tractors… and even more T-34 tanks."
Mai Dong gently heaved a sigh of relief.
According to Tomcat, fixing the Eagle's heat-resistant tiles wasn't something complicated. Laymen often imagined the work to be overly complex.
The protrusion in the heat-resistant material just needed to be filed flat, so the only tool needed was a file.
"Be careful, lass. Slow down a little." Tang Yue stared intently. "Calm down. Your body temperature and heart rate are rising."
