The entrance of the First Squadron is becoming livelier and livelier.
Even some small vendors selling vegetables at the three-way intersection across the street are starting to take notice of the activity here.
The old men and women are making a fuss.
"There are three steps to using a fire extinguisher, pull the pin, squeeze the handle, and aim at the base!"
"Don't open the door rashly if there's a fire, to prevent smoke from entering the room!"
Han Yong, holding a big bag of steamed buns, loudly shouts, "Uncles, aunties, grandpas, grandmas, those who've finished checking their blood sugar, those who don't need to, come get a bun after reciting the fire safety chant!"
"Tsk tsk, it's getting better and better!" someone praises.
An auntie with curly hair is shaking her fan while loudly commenting.
