Regarding those from the Meat Processing Factory, they are all eating at the new factory right now. Once the New Year is over, Yan Fei plans on getting them to start working at the county Meat Processing Factory instead, temporarily keeping them separate from this side.
Yan Fei, with his head lowered, muttered "Iron rice bowl" a few times, his eyes lit up with an idea, "Alright, everyone hurry up and eat! I've already come up with a great idea!"
"What idea?" Xu Xiaoyan asked softly.
"Give out a bowl!" Yan Fei said, laughing heartily.
"Give out a bowl?" Xu Xiaoyan was puzzled.
Amidst the group's perplexed gazes, Yan Fei immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a number, "Hello, Director Yao? Have you eaten?"
"Yes, I've eaten, I've eaten, just sitting and chatting now. Boss Yan, if there's anything you need, just let me know!" Director Yao's end was a bit noisy, with sounds of playing drinking games—it seemed the feast hadn't dispersed.
