A peculiar smell hung in the morning air of Golden Ears Farm.
It was the earthy scent of damp soil, mixed with the sweet fragrance of Purple Crystal Wheat soaked by the morning dew.
The cafeteria was abuzz with voices.
Metal spoons clanked against large iron pots. Team members wolfed down their food while veterans laughed and joked boisterously.
Han Feng lifted the heavy, wind-proof door curtain, and a gust of cold morning air swept in with him.
The bustling hall fell silent in an instant.
But soon, the silence was shattered by an even greater wave of enthusiasm.
"Han Feng! My hero! Over here!"
Wang Meng, his mouth half-full of a steamed bun, waved his chopsticks, his words muffled. With a grand gesture, he pushed the steaming plate of braised pork in front of him to the empty seat at his side.
In the past, when Han Feng entered, he would at most receive a few polite nods.
Today, he was the center of everyone's attention.
