Upon hearing this, the entire group began to clamor, urging Mr. Mei to come to the front.

Mr. Mei politely declined, but it all boiled down to one thing: everyone must follow the rules, and no one is exempt.

At this moment, the person in charge of serving the food shouted, "Stop making a fuss! There's still plenty of food. Nobody will go hungry, just hurry up and don't delay us!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately shut up and obediently lined up to get their food.

The person in charge of serving the food scooped it up with a spoon, then shook it a few times. The amount of food served was obviously less than usual, but no one complained. Everyone quickly took their trays and left.

When it was Mr. Mei's turn, the person serving the food no longer had back pain or trembling hands, and served one spoonful at a time, piling up the plate into a mountain.

Looking at the mountain of food, Mr. Mei smiled and said, "Looks like I'm going to be stuffed this time. Thank you."

Upon hearing this, the person serving the food quickly waved their hand and said, "No need to thank me, no need to thank me, please don't be so polite."

Mr. Ning, Han Zheng, and Han Junche also received relatively good treatment. Although it wasn't as big as Mr. Mei's small hill, it was still a small mound. They also didn't encounter the amazing skill that everyone getting food possessed—shaking their food three times.

Mr. Mei waited until everyone had finished getting their food before starting to look for seats.

The cafeteria is almost full now, and even if there are seats, people are only in twos and threes and can't get together at all.

Just as Mr. Mei was about to say "wait a moment," seven or eight people stood up from a corner inside and said to him, "Mr. Mei, General Han, please sit here with us. We've finished eating!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Mei smiled and nodded to them, saying, "Thank you very much!"

The seven or eight men blushed instantly, waving their hands hastily, their faces red and necks bulging: "No need to thank us, no need to thank us, it's our pleasure!"

Before Mr. Mei could even approach, the seven or eight people grabbed their plates and left. Two of them threw their plates into the recycling area, then quickly ran back, wiped the table, gave Mr. Mei and his companions a sheepish smile, and ran off into the distance.

Mr. Mei and his group sat down. Before eating, Mr. Mei looked at the small mountain of food on his plate and sighed, "I should have come out earlier."

Everyone knew what he was referring to, and none of them felt comfortable comforting him, since today's situation was based on the aftermath of the Great Purge.

If Mr. Mei had appeared earlier, the situation would probably have been very different.

However, some things can be said, and some things don't need to be said. The current situation is enough.

After lunch, Mr. Mei sat in the cafeteria and chatted for a while with those who were bolder and deliberately stayed to watch him, before setting off for the Starfire Alliance base.

With the matter at Sirius Base settled, Han Junche took the people transferred from the Starfire Alliance back with him.

When Qiu Qin saw Mr. Mei and Mr. Ning, she was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. If she hadn't had exceptional self-control, she probably would have burst into tears on the spot.

Mr. Mei knew Qiu Qin; after all, they had dealt with each other before. He chatted with her for a while before going to the research building.

His appearance naturally excited Academician Lu and Academician Ma for a long time. Afterwards, Mr. Mei held a short meeting with them.

After learning that Mr. Mei, Mr. Ning, and eleven others in the capital were the so-called zombie kings, Academician Lu and Academician Ma made a solemn pledge to develop the inhibitor before the end of winter!

Instead, Mr. Mei comforted them, saying, "Although the sooner the better, don't put too much pressure on yourselves. We've made it through more than a year, so a little more time won't make a difference."