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After listening to what Director Zhou said, Director Wang muttered as he walked: "You are crazy, you will call me around every day, am I a nudge?"

Director Zhou didn't answer. Wang Ye watched Director Wang walk out of the office, turned to Director Zhou and said, "Uncle Zhou, it's too much. This little thing can't replace what you gave me, let alone the white noodles."

Director Zhou waved his hand: "It's okay, our food factory is not short of these things, Xiaoye, your soft-shelled turtle and eel have helped uncle a lot. Our food factory received the leaders above today. If it weren't for your soft-shelled turtle, your uncle Zhou wouldn't have even a single dish that he could handle."

After a pause, Director Zhou continued: "If you feel that the gift is enough, if you have any good things to give to Uncle Zhou in the future, I will never let you suffer. You should also know that a factory like ours is constantly receiving gifts, but now we don't even have any meat."

Director Zhou sighed: "Xiaoye, you don't know, I have been squatting in the meat factory for a week. It really doesn't matter how high you are, you have to pretend to be a grandson when you get to the meat factory."

Wang Ye looked at Director Zhou and knew that this was to allow him to accept it with peace of mind: "Okay, Uncle Zhou, you have said this, so I won't be polite. We have a long time ahead."

Director Wang returned to the office with a small cloth bag and a can, and placed the can and flour bag on the coffee table without saying a word.

Director Zhou took out three big black tens and a small dozen bills from the desk drawer, and handed them the purchase certificate to Wang Ye. Wang Ye took the money: "Uncle Zhou, Uncle Wang, we won't disturb you, we have to go home quickly."

"Okay, I'll take you out. Slow down on the road. Come and play if you have nothing to do." Director Zhou got up and led Wang Ye and the others out of the food factory.

Wang Ye carried the little girl on his back, and Wang Jianghe carried the small flour bag on his back, walking towards home.Walk slowly and leisurely to the entrance of Nanluoguxiang alley.

Looking at the state-owned hotel at the intersection, Wang Ye couldn't walk anymore.The journey back is all determined by will.The young man drank a bowl of glutinous rice paste in the morning and worked hard all morning. He was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.

"Let's go, big brother will take you to a restaurant."

Wang Jianghe jumped up excitedly: "Brother, are you serious? You're really taking us to a restaurant."

Wang Ye was somewhat infected by Wang Jianghe's excitement: "Really, it's more real than real gold."

We walked into the state-owned hotel with our younger brothers and sisters.

A woman in her thirties stood behind a front desk, knitting a sweater boredly.He looked up and saw a half-grown man with two children. He lowered his head and continued to knit a sweater and said, "Children, what do you want?"

"Auntie, what do we have here?" Wang Ye asked politely.

You’re welcome.Do you know what the eight members are, conductor, driver, postman, childcare worker, hairdresser, waiter, salesperson, and cook?This is the ceiling of work. Every one of them is very arrogant.

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​What is meant by not beating customers without reason is that they can be beaten casually if there is a reason.In this restaurant, if you dare to act recklessly, the chef will come out and fuck you with a kitchen knife.

The woman at the front desk pointed to the blackboard on the wall without raising her head. Wang Ye followed the direction and saw a blackboard hanging on the wall.

It says: Vinegar shredded potatoes, vegetarian stir-fried bean sprouts, cabbage stewed vermicelli, vegetarian radish meatballs, pimple soup, hot and sour soup, steamed buns with noodles, vegetarian steamed buns with soup, a total of eight dishes. They are all vegetarian. Don’t think about the meat. It doesn’t matter whether there is meat or not. Even if there is, it will only be reserved for acquaintances.

"Auntie, give us some shredded potatoes, some cabbage stewed with vermicelli, some pimple soup, and some six steamed buns."

The woman at the front desk thought for a moment: "Two cents for shredded potatoes with vinegar, three cents for stewed vermicelli with cabbage, two cents for pimple soup, two cents for two-faced steamed buns, and twenty taels of food stamps. A total of eight cents and two cents plus one pound and two taels of food stamps."

After giving the money and tickets, he took his younger brother and sister to a table and sat down, hugging his younger sister. Next to him, Wang Jianghe carefully sat on a stool. This was Wang Jianghe's first time in a restaurant.

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