The assistant brought them their takeaway lunchboxes. Sister Xue took two and handed one to Qin Guan.
Qin Guan sighed at the box in his hand. The white foam plastic material was so unhealthy [1].
Opening the box, he sighed again. At that time, lunchboxes were really made with care.
As a chain lunchbox business, Lihua Quick Meal had initially started as a small kitchen before it began its hard journey through the capital, equipped with only a couple of phone lines and a few delivery men.
It cost only ten yuan for a whole box of rice, a portion of meat fried celery, chicken leg stew and a fried egg. Taste aside, that price was quite reasonable.
Sister Xue talked with Qin Guan while she ate, “Did you decide about what Professor Li told you last time?”
Swallowing the celery in his mouth, Qin Guan answered, “I could only do part-time jobs. What's the difference between signing a contract and not signing one, anyway? Aren’t you afraid of destroying your reputation?”
