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After the typhoon, the rooftop had no leaks, but there was an extra note.

The note said, “The key has been found. Let’s eat bento together this weekend.”

Some people brought salty crispy chicken, some brought bubble tea, and even the usually quiet resident brought fruit.

In order not to disturb the downstairs neighbors, the committee arranged the tables near the water tower.

The borough chief reminded everyone that trash should be sorted and recyclables washed clean.

The children ate luwei while helping the auntie stack the paper cups.

Speaking of that delivery rider, everyone decided to save an extra bento for him.

After work he really rode his scooter over and said shyly, “I was only afraid the meal would get cold.”

From that day on, the rooftop was not only a place to dry quilts; it also felt like a small living room.