The factory's various workshops operated on different schedules, so the state-owned restaurant here served food all day long.
Xia Zhaoyun ordered a serving of pork and scallion dumplings. The two little guys wolfed them down, their heads nearly buried in their bowls.
Afraid the children would stuff themselves, she only let them eat ten dumplings each and drink half a bowl of soup. She had the rest packed to go.
The three of them walked slowly back toward the dormitory, strolling to let their food settle.
The weather was growing warmer. Around noon, you could break into a light sweat even without moving a muscle. The little guys hadn't bathed in who knows how long, and a sour, stinky odor clung to them.
Xia Zhaoyun was wearing the one outfit she had on when she left the Song Family. Her other three sets of clothes had been provided by He Qingran.
