"Old Mo must have considered this from the very beginning, which is why he anchored himself as a blue pocket chef," Mao Feiyang mused, "He disguised himself with the most common appearance of a service-type chef to avoid causing too much panic."
Just at that moment, in the area behind the plastic strip curtain of the Student Cafeteria, one by one, the incandescent lights sparked up like flint igniting, then "Putt putt putt putt..." successively lit up.
—Time had come to May 8 at 5:40, and the lights in the Cafeteria were on.
"We can go in now." Mu Daxian glanced at the clock near the passage entrance, checked the time, and then reached out to push aside the plastic curtain.
But just as he stepped into the Student Cafeteria, as if he had suddenly remembered something, he said, "Oh, by the way... just consider the things I just told you as a story, because my memories of the past might have some issues."
