Leaving the armed forces department, Feng Qingxue looked up at the sky and exhaled a breath of stale air.
It's close, it's close, in about twenty months, all the hardships will end, and those struggling at the bottom will once again see the light of day. They have endured for so many years; what's another year or two?
Checking the time, Feng Qingxue stopped by the state-run restaurant on her way.
First respect the clothes, then the person. Her attire and the aura she carried secured her considerate service, and she unreservedly took out four lunch boxes, buying today's supply of braised lamb, red-braised pork, and a portion of lamb noodles, plus ten large white steamed buns and a portion of lamb soup. She only ate the lamb noodles herself, while the rest she sneaked into her space using the basket for cover.
