Luo Chong rarely visited the research institute, so this meal really did become their treat. They had no choice even if they had not wanted to invite him—the cafeteria on Lake Heart Island prepared a fixed amount of food every day. Although the Han Tribe was not short of grain, the people had all come from the days when they could not eat their fill during the tribal era, so their frugal nature had not yet disappeared.
Normally, the cafeteria cooked only as much as was needed. Luo Chong and the others had arrived unexpectedly, and the kitchen had made no preparations, so they could only have the cooks make the food on the spot. Fortunately, ingredients were not scarce here. The island raised chickens, ducks, rabbits, and the like, so a whole table of food was soon delivered. Unfortunately, there were no decent vegetables. In an age without vegetable greenhouses, eating fresh vegetables in the northern winter was indeed a luxury.
The heads of several research groups shared a table with Luo Chong. Qu Bing sat beside him, with Ao Fei on his other side. Since the two had jointly designed the camera, they had become good friends. While they waited for the cooks to serve the food, the group began chatting.
"Chieftain, I recently made another discovery, but I don't know whether it has any research value, or which direction we should develop it in if it does. Could you give us your opinion?"
As he spoke, Ao Fei pulled a photograph transferred onto albumen paper from his robes. The image on it was quite strange. It showed an aperture, with a clump of what appeared to be moving shadow inside. No one could tell what it was, but one thing was certain: the shadow in the middle