It was real popcorn, still warm and aromatic. If you drizzled some caramel on it, there would be no difference between this and those sold at the movie theaters.
Unlike those two idiots, Stella and Angela found no humor in it.
Especially when they heard the radio announcement that the city council was advising residents not to go out for the next few days and to close doors and windows when the sanitation workers came to disinfect.
While promoting hygiene, they also reminded people to guard against pests and gave tips on how to treat heatstroke.
Just a few days and the temperature had already risen to over 40 degrees Celsius. How was anyone supposed to survive that?
It were not just the heat; it was the combination of heat and humidity.
The entire city was soaked, and the merciless sun was boiling the water. Buildings felt like ovens, and the survivors were like hot dogs or pretzels inside, sooner or later they would be cooked thoroughly.
With the heat, people's tempers flared, like they were all on edge, ready to explode or pick a fight.
Compared to extreme cold, extreme heat was more devastating. You could layer up against the cold, but there was no escaping the heat.
It's said there was an elderly man in the neighborhood who survived the extreme cold, but unfortunately, he passed away yesterday due to heatstroke.
Stella popped some popcorn and shared it with Rosie and Cooper. Rosie was hot too, but with a fan blowing cold air and an iced coffee in hand, she was in a considerably good mood.
She was eating and sharing with Cooper.
Around two in the afternoon, Stella started to sweat.
Living on the top floor had its disadvantage, the indoor temperature had reached 45 degrees Celsius.
Her temperature regulating clothing had failed. Stella suspected that 45 degrees Celsius was the upper limit for the temperature regulating clothing. Beyond this, it would lose its effectiveness.
But it still had some effect. With the help of temperature regulating clothing, the temperature she felt should be around 30 degrees, about 15 degrees less than the actual temperature.
In other words, if the temperature continued to rise, even with the temperature regulating clothing, she would feel hotter and hotter.
The same was true for extreme cold, as she almost turned into a popsicle last time.
The top floor temperature during extreme heat was at least 10 degrees higher than the lower floors. If she couldn't handle it, how could the other residents of the 18th floor?
Never underestimate a difference of 10 degrees. When it came to the human body's limit, even a difference of one degree could be fatal.
Stella thought for a moment and darted into Arcadia. She brought out two pieces of cloth, one temperature regulating and the other normal.
The regular cloth could be used as curtains, hanging on the balcony to block the sun and heat, the rest could be used for practice. After all, the temperature regulating fabric was limited, and it was non-renewable.
Stella took out a portable multifunctional electric mini sewing machine and started to tinker with it according to the manual. After ruining seven or eight pieces, she finally got the hang of it.
Stella decided to make a set of temperature regulating clothes for everyone. There was not enough fabric for more.
The sizes were all large, all long-sleeved and long pants, similar to sun protection clothing, and included a hood.
Jasper came over to help her put up the curtains and saw her busying herself, "Why are you making clothes?"
Stella didn't look up, "Secret."
Jasper called her over to help with the curtain installation.
When the sun was about to set, the quiet neighborhood was filled with the sound of motors. A storm boat drove into the neighborhood, full of workers in protective suits. They not only removed corpses and garbage but also sprayed disinfectant and insecticides.
The smell was truly unbearable, and they had to quickly close the doors and windows.
The workers were really hardworking though, doing high-risk work in non-breathable protective suits in such hot weather.
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