As soon as a sliver of light appeared on the horizon, the old Chinese medicine doctor changed into the same clothes he had worn the night before and walked out of the abandoned house.
At five o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time, Xu An woke up on time, and there was a knock on the door of the courtyard on time.
After a day of adjustment yesterday, the three of them are working together smoothly.
Today, we need to prepare 120 boxed meals. Today's meals include steamed pork with rice flour, crispy fried mushrooms, tomato and egg, and frozen mung bean soup.
Xu Heping was in charge of washing the vegetables, Liang Dani was in charge of chopping them, and Xu An was in charge of marinating them. The three of them were like a small assembly line.
At nine o'clock, thirty minutes faster than yesterday, all the food was ready and portioned out.
After two days of cooking, Xu An gained a completely new understanding of his physical condition.
The large wok spatula used for stir-frying is made of pure iron and weighs a full three kilograms.
He held the three-pound spatula for two consecutive days, stirring and cooking for at least an hour each day, without feeling tired at all, and his arm muscles did not feel sore or swollen from overexertion.
He easily loaded four large boxes of boxed meals and three large buckets of soup onto the tricycle without even breaking a sweat.
This physical fitness is truly incredible. If I had this level of fitness in the physical fitness test for the college entrance examination, I would easily get a perfect score of 50.
Shanghai Library construction site.
Perhaps because the weather is getting hotter and hotter every day, there are significantly fewer pedestrians on the street today than yesterday.
At noon yesterday, 63 boxed meals had already been sold, but so far today only 50 have been sold.
The nearby office workers were Xu An's last hope; they should have just finished get off work and be out looking for food at this time.
Suddenly, seven or eight young men appeared at the end of the street, pushing and shoving each other.
The group of people all looked to be around twenty years old, exuding the youthful and innocent aura that only college students possess.
They were dressed in matching outfits: white T-shirts embroidered with a ship logo, blue camouflage pants, and black Doc Martens.
The moment Xu An saw the group, long-forgotten memories resurfaced in his mind.
How could I have forgotten that there's a Shanghai Maritime Academy near the Shanghai Library!
I considered applying to this school when I took the college entrance exam, but the school has high requirements for students' physical fitness.
However, given Xu An's physical condition in his previous life—where even a gust of wind could make him sway—there was absolutely no chance of him passing.
Later, with the demands of university, work, and taking care of his grandmother and younger siblings, the fact that he had applied to this school was completely forgotten.
If it weren't for the distinctive clothing worn by these people, Xu An would never have remembered this school.
This school has more than 6,000 students!
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