In the early morning, when Chen Xin had finished washing up and took the elevator to the observation room on the upper level of the shelter, Han Ping and Han Ze, the two brothers, were huddled around the stove, cooking a pot of thick hot soup. The air was filled with the aroma of food, and the heat emitted from the stove slightly dispelled the cold in the room.
"Good morning, Han Ping and Han Ze. Did you sleep cold last night?" Chen Xin felt the room's temperature and asked the brothers of the Han Family, who were wearing hastily made exoskeleton protective suits.
"Mr. Chen." Han Ping saw Chen Xin coming in, quickly pulled his brother aside, stood up and greeted Chen Xin: "It was bearable. The room was okay at night, but during the night watch, we had to turn on the heating in our clothes; otherwise, it was unbearable."
