When Fu Yu returned to the store, it was not yet nine o'clock.
He didn't go to the kitchen, instead, he turned directly from the back door to the dormitory.
Zhao Meng had an early shift today, and those who lived locally had already gone home. The hallway was quiet, with no one around.
Fu Yu went back to his room, made a call home to chat with his parents for a bit, and then took a quick shower.
Seeing that it was past ten, Fu Yu took a takeout box to the public lounge, and used the microwave to heat up the braised lamb and roasted lamb ribs that had long gone cold.
This stuff is inedible when cold, with a thick layer of lamb fat congealed on top.
Actually, Zhao Meng ordered quite a few dishes, mostly hearty ones, and although the three of them chatted lively, they drank a lot without really eating much.
The public lounge in the dormitory has two microwaves for employees to heat up their food.
Because the kitchen work is busy, sometimes there's hardly time to eat dinner.
