The August weather is at its hottest.
Fu Yu entered the restaurant gate, drenched in sweat, and was instantly chilled by the air conditioning.
Refreshing!
He sighed comfortably, then leisurely walked towards the dormitory, trying to enjoy the coolness for as long as possible.
No choice.
The restaurant's air conditioning was only for the front hall; in the dormitory, they had to use fans.
Fu Yu didn't buy a fan to save money. When it got too hot, he'd just lay a sheet on the floor and sleep there.
Fu Yu went over to Zhao Meng's room with some beef jerky.
He knocked on the door.
Zhao Meng came to open it and let him in.
Once inside, Fu Yu immediately spotted two bundled bamboo mats on the bed.
One was already open, while the other was still rolled up.
"Chef Zhao, where did these bamboo mats come from?"
