Ma Jiacai turned around and scolded him, "Shut Up! Miss Qingqing has already given us such good food, why are you still thinking of bringing it back home!"
The worker's tears could not help but fall, and he stammered, "I, I just want to save my rations. These dishes are too good, I want to bring them back for my wife to eat."
When he said this, the others also had the same thoughts.
That's right. They brought their own rations. Could these good dishes be brought back to their families?
Even Aunt Liang was moved. She could eat less and bring it back to her daughter to eat.
They all looked at Jian Qingqing expectantly.
Jian Qingqing shook her head slightly. "That won't do. If you don't eat well, you won't have the energy to work. How about this? I'll give you an advance of these five days' wages. You can go back and buy some good food for them. How about it?"
The workers' eyes lit up. This was also possible!
