"Masks up, now we're going into the production room," ordered the men who were their instructors.
Inside the vast chamber, where sophisticated operating machines are also plentiful. Some arrange machines, mix the dough, pour milk, and so forth.
The instructor gives them an explanation, and those who do not understand are welcome to ask. They would finish about one afternoon. After this, they'll be asked to submit their report next week.
"I am dizzy at the sight of it," laments Vina. They're out of the factory and now on their way back to the hotel. "It's much more troublesome than baking a cake."
"If you're wrong, everything is blown up." Ferra continued.
"Where are you working on this report?" Galan asked.
"There's a nice place by the hotel, just there." Ashley suggested.
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