"Count, all the compressed biscuits produced by the factory this month have been released to the market as per your orders. The surrounding towns have responded positively, and the issue of food supply shortages has been alleviated," reported an elderly-looking official with a healthy glow on his face to Perfikot.
Although his voice was somewhat hoarse, his tone carried a rare ease and satisfaction.
Perfikot glanced at the official, remembering she had seen him before. Last time he looked pallid and frail, malnourished to the point where it seemed a gust of wind could blow him down.
Now, though his face still bore the marks of time, his cheeks were tinged with a healthy blush, and his eyes were brighter than before. He looked as if he'd finally had several hearty meals, and his vitality was gradually returning.
