The woman holding the rice spoon had rough hands, and her face bore the frost and wind of great hardship.
When she spoke, her eyes shone with pride.
It was evident that she loved the factory dearly.
Lin Tang smiled and said, "The chefs in our factory's canteen are skilled, and the staff is kind-hearted. It's their loss for not coming."
The plump auntie's eyebrows danced with joy at Lin Tang's words.
"Comrade Lin Tang really has a way with words."
As she spoke, she glanced at the elevator entrance on the second floor of the cafeteria with a hint of skepticism.
"Who knows! I heard that among the people delivering machines, there's the head of the transport team. Who knows if they might prefer to go to a state-run restaurant."
"Speaking of the transport team, I just happen to have something I want to ask Comrade Lin Tang... "
The plump auntie had the curious look of a gossip.
Which made Lin Tang rather astonished.
"What's the matter?"
