"Senior Soldier, a question..."
The Senior Soldier nodded, indicating that he was ready.
Lynch smiled and asked, "If you lost this job, what would you do?"
"Lost?", his expression flickered for a moment, then he forced a smile, the smile was somewhat strained, "It's just a question, right?"
He was a bit nervous, and he had to be nervous, his wife was already pregnant and about to give birth, his child was about to come into this world.
This is indeed a happy moment, filled with joyful anticipation, but it also means that his family expenses will skyrocket.
The community would deliver fresh milk daily to families with children—it's not that it was just squeezed and delivered, but processed.
A group of workers start bustling for the wealthy of Bupen at four or five o'clock. In just over an hour, through a dozen procedures, the milk is ensured to be suitable for direct consumption.
