So, that night passed without any major thrills.
Jing Shu slept until ten o'clock. The breakfast at the second camp was already ready. Master Liang made spicy and sour soup, the aroma was simply unbelievable, drifting several miles.
A bowl of spicy and sour soup down the throat, then a bit of fragrant pan-fried synthetic meat, accompanied by a whole grain pancake rolled with some vegetables, tasted exceedingly delicious.
The people from the first team couldn't help but grow restless: "When on earth will our car be fixed?"
Huang Xiaoxiao was gnawing on the hard, dry compressed biscuits, took a sip of cold water, shivered, and suddenly someone knocked on the car door:
"Dr. Huang, Dr. Chu from the second team is calling us for a meeting."
"Meeting, meeting, what's the point of a meeting, so full of themselves! Why have a meeting so early in the morning, when will our car be fixed?" Huang Xiaoxiao said irritably.
