Afternoon.
Street Office.
It was already long past lunchtime when Dong Xuebin came down from his office, took his meal card, and strolled into the cafeteria. He was starving.
"Is there any food left?" Dong Xuebin asked at the counter.
The chef behind it hurriedly said, "Director Dong, you haven't eaten yet?"
Dong Xuebin gave an "Mm." "I was dealing with something and got delayed. If there aren't any dishes left, forget it."
"There's still food." The chef said, "It's just a little cold. I'll heat it up for you."
Dong Xuebin waved a hand. "No need to trouble yourself. Cold is fine. Just get me a serving. Thanks."
"Sure, please wait a moment." Although the cafeteria had been contracted out, everyone knew that this unremarkable young man was the highest-ranking official at the Street Office, so no one dared slight him. They also had a good impression of Dong Xuebin, knowing that Director Dong was especially polite to everyone and carried no airs. Thus, even though Dong Xuebin had said not to bother, the cafeteria chef still called over a helper to heat up his meal as quickly as possible before handing it to him.
A corner by the window.
Dong Xuebin carried his food over and sat down, eating bite by bite while still thinking about the impending magnitude-eight earthquake.
Whenever he had something weighing on his mind, it affected his appetite. Dong Xuebin was someone who took things to heart and could not keep worries bottled up. Though his stomach was still growling with hunger, he could not bring himself to eat. He put down his chopsticks and looked around. He was the only one in the cafeteria, and the cooks had gone into the back to rest. Dong Xuebin immediately pulled out his phone, flipped through