A day quickly passed by, with about half of the repair progress on Celestial Horse Island complete. The people on the mountain worked very efficiently, but the Satellite Village, which was in ruins, showed little improvement. The workload here was too large, and all the heavy machinery had been dispatched to Chuhai River, making manual repairs quite slow.
It was comforting that everyone was safe. Though the houses were in disrepair, the survivors walked briskly among them, which, in contrast, didn't seem so gloomy.
"Mr. Zhang, I hope Brother Duan can come back soon. I... I'm really not used to this."
At dinner time, Fu Weijun wheeled himself next to Zhang Su's table, looking troubled.
"What's wrong? Did Xiaozuo make you angry?"
Zhang Su glanced at Zuo Fengjuan, who was quietly eating at a distance. She usually didn't dine at Little Lucky Restaurant, but now, to take care of Fu Weijun, she had come along.
