That afternoon, Xiaobao continued his shift in the power distribution room. Old Liu didn't confront him about secretly playing on his phone and lying; he acted as if he knew nothing and gave Xiaobao a day off to rest.
Before he knew it, the second day had ended. Although Xiaobao slacked off a bit, he managed to get through it. Since the daytime work was relatively light, after dinner, he even had the energy to do his accumulated laundry.
On the morning of the third day, after breakfast, Old Liu was, as usual, waiting for Xiaobao at the door.
"Uncle, am I going to continue my shift in the power distribution room today?" Xiaobao grinned, speaking with great certainty.
After all, working on the production line usually involved heavy labor, whereas staying in the power distribution room was comfortable. There was a place to sit, and he could play on his phone. Besides being a bit lonely with no one to talk to, it was a thousand times better than carrying bait on the production line.
