The Tea of Ton Lao

Even with the tea, Ton Lao felt she was thrown fifteen years back. Everything was much smaller than it had been back then. And now she was older. There was also a distant rage that it was children doing this kind of work. But of course, the adults were forced into a different kind of servility. The corridors became larger. The air tinged with a particular sharp smell. Gong pointed to an area where motor's noise made it hard to focus. Nye spoke from the darkness: Big sis? It was surprised and relieved. Relief too flooded Ton Lao's strong enough not even the tea could keep it at bay. Where's Yau? We can leave