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"Is there anything I can help with at the hotpot restaurant?" Liu Fang asked, her voice still trembling a little, with a hint of eagerness in it.
Li Qiang pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and the bright glow danced between his fingers. The intrusion of nicotine made him comfortably squint his eyes, and the lousy mood that had been knotted in his heart all day finally dissipated at that moment.
"Well, our hotpot restaurant also has an online store, which needs to pack and ship out orders every day. I'm short of a packer. If you come, you could just take up the packing job," Li Qiang slowly said.
Liu Fang's eyes brightened. A middle-aged unemployed woman like her didn't have any reliable skills to fall back on. Packing might sound tough, but in reality, it required no technical skill and would be a perfect transition job for her in the short term.
