This winter was the first one the New Continent had spent since joining Great Zhou.
The workers, who had just finished their shifts, huddled together in groups of three or five and ran toward the cafeteria, breathing out warm clouds. Along the way, they discussed what dishes the cafeteria would be serving that evening. It had practically become the greatest pleasure of their journey.
Once they entered the cafeteria, they could clearly feel the warmth. The group didn't dare dawdle and hurriedly took trays from the side before joining the line to get their food.
The aroma of the food kept teasing the workers' empty stomachs, making them groan in protest. Yet in the somewhat noisy cafeteria, there was also a strange sense of tranquility that made people feel completely at ease.
Looking at the scene before him, one of the workers in line couldn't help falling into a daze.
"What's wrong? Ran out of money for food before payday?"
The coworker beside him noticed that something was off and asked casually.
Faced with his coworker's concern, the worker quickly came to his senses, then said with some emotion, "No, it's nothing like that. I just never imagined I could live a life like this. Even now, it still feels a little unreal. What do you think? Could this be a dream?"
As soon as he said this, many of the surrounding workers felt the same way.
Looking back on the hungry, freezing winters of years past, who could have imagined that they would be living like this now?
Now, even in the bitter cold of winter, they no longer needed to worry about food. They even had warm winter clothes.
Wasn't this life just like a dream?
"It's all thanks to His Majesty."
That statement came straight from his