In the evening, Han Xiangning rode her light motorcycle back to the Meteorological Bureau's residential area.
As soon as she reached the bike shed downstairs, a strong aroma of spicy, fresh fragrance wafted, instantly whetting her appetite.
Even more unbelievable was that several retired colleagues from the Meteorological Bureau were gathered downstairs, discussing and occasionally looking up towards the upper floors.
"Ningning is back. Ningning, is there something to celebrate at your house today?"
"Nothing to celebrate."
"Then why did you hire a chef to cook? That chef bought a lot of ingredients, spent the whole afternoon cooking, and the food smells delicious."
If there's something to celebrate in the countryside, they usually hire a chef to help with the feast at home.
