Snapping back to his senses, Yang Shunsheng felt a pang of embarrassment. He hurriedly mumbled an explanation to Huang Yuqing through his thermal mask. Without waiting to see if she could read his lips, he grabbed their son from her arms and hurried toward the cafeteria.
After Chen Momo paid the rent at the front desk, she had less than ten thousand base credits left on her card. This was her first business venture at the base; she had to do it right. Arriving at the cafeteria, Chen Momo began tidying up her stall.
The stall was about fifteen square meters in total, fully equipped with all kinds of cooking appliances. There were two tables and a small refrigerator. Opening the fridge, she found it completely empty. She wiped it down, plugged it in, and tossed in some ice cubes to freeze.
