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Lunchtime.
The giant cafeteria at the North Suburb Base was bustling with noise and chatter.
Professors, doctors, technicians gathered in groups, chatting and laughing as they lined up for food.
"Today's bread looks good."
"I want to try the roast duck rice."
"Shall we go for hulutou stew bread?"
At the edge of the cafeteria, a staircase led to the second floor.
Bai Mo, wearing a black sweater and carrying his apprentice's black belt, had just finished eating and was descending the stairs.
Professor Zhang walked alongside him, grinning.
"Everyone at the North Suburb Base eats here.
"A considerable portion is involved in the Mycelium Healing Patch project.
"In other words, they're working hard for you.
"When you point out new directions, new goals in the future, it'll probably still be them, working under you, doing experiments, writing reports, testing techniques. Hahaha."
Bai Mo smiled and exchanged a few polite words.
He didn't really care about this.
