59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

"No problem!" Ye Jin said at the door while holding onto his bicycle. "I can't do anything about the intact fruits. Even if the factory director wants to eat them, he can only choose from the discarded fruits. I still have some face for the slightly inferior ones."

"Yes, maybe he'll be the section chief in a year!"

Chen Feng smiled and boasted that Ye Jin had become the deputy section chief of the cannery, a promotion.

As long as Chen Feng continues to deliver performance to him and lets him show off in front of the factory leaders, there will still be opportunities next year.

Maybe the section chief above him will be promoted to deputy director of logistics!

"Thank you for your good wishes!" Ye Jin smiled happily.

He has recently been highly appreciated by his superiors at the cannery. He is no longer responsible for the purchase of fruit and meat raw materials for the cannery, but only needs to ensure the daily meals of the middle and senior management of the factory.

There was no other way. The canned meat ordered by the military could not be moved, so they could only purchase game through unplanned purchases.

"Big pot, wash it!"

Only after Ye Jin and Wang Cheng left did Chen Li feel that the grapes were washed clean!

"You're such a stingy person!" Chen Feng criticized her with a smile.

Hao Dongmei said to the old man: "Grandpa Chen, I'm going back to eat!"

"Hey, eat here!" The old man stopped her and said, "Your parents should have lunch at the State Council today. You will still have to buy food at the guesthouse when you go back. It's better to eat at our house."

Hao Dongmei wanted to leave, but Zhou Qing held her back and stopped her.

Chen Li ate grapes happily and put the plate in front of the old man.

The old man pinched his granddaughter with a smile, and picked a Kyoho grape with a larger crack on the skin to eat. Unlike a foodie, he instinctively chose the intact one.

"Mom, big pot, the grapes are so sweet!"

"Well, this grape is delicious." The old man nodded and said, "Old woman, have some grapes. This grape is good."

Grapes that ripen late generally have higher sugar content and better taste.

"I'll cook the food first!" the old lady responded from the kitchen.

Chen Feng entered the kitchen and saw a large pot of mutton soup. He smiled and said, "Grandma, why did you cook so much broth?"

The old lady threw in the chopped vegetable leaves.

"I thought Ye Jin and the others would stay for a meal, so I put a few more cans of mutton in case they don't have enough food. If you can't finish the soup, you can give it to your father and the others."

Chen Feng was not willing to run so far, so he simply said, "Why don't we give a big bowl to Zhu Lin? The three of them should still be having lunch at Uncle Zheng's place, and the food should be ready by now."

The old lady naturally would not refuse. Sister Zhu Lin had taken good care of the little girl at school, and she was also wondering whether her second grandson would be able to marry a beautiful woman in the future.

"Okay, take out your bike and I'll serve you a bowl of soup and add some other meat dishes."

Chen Feng went to get his bicycle while the old lady was packing vegetables in an iron lunch box in the kitchen.

When Chen Feng brought the food box and parked steadily outside the Changqing Restaurant, the Zhu Lin sisters and Mr. Zhu were eating multi-grain steamed buns and drinking water.

When Zhu Zhu saw Chen Feng coming in with a lunch box, she almost choked while drinking water and swallowing steamed buns. Grandpa Zhu quickly helped her take a sip of water.

"Chen Feng, how did you know we had no food to eat?" Zhu Lin asked in surprise, "Did Lily tell you?"

Chen Feng walked in with the lunch box, opened it, and asked, "No, business is so good today, why do you still want to wait?"

There were several tables of guests in the restaurant, but only four were eating, while Zhu Zhu's three tables were still waiting for their food to be served.

Zhu Lin looked at the three lunch boxes that Chen Feng brought out, and she wanted to thank him very much. She said excitedly, "Business is average, but better than before. It's just that the chef has been sick these days, and Uncle Zheng is cooking, but he's very slow. I have to help him write a few menus every day at noon."

Zhu Zhu was already happily picking up chopsticks and putting Spanish mackerel meat into a lunch box.

Eating only this kind of multi-grain steamed bun is really unpalatable!

"Oh I got it!"

Chen Feng put down the lunch box with a smile, pinched Zhu Zhu's little face, and said, "That's quite a coincidence. My family happened to make some delicious food for lunch today, so I'll send some over for you."

Zhu Lin picked up a piece of mutton and put it into her mouth, her eyes narrowed.

"This meat tastes really good, did you cook it?"

"No, Zhuzi made it. My grandma heated it up." Chen Feng smiled and said, "Drink more mutton soup. This soup goes perfectly with steamed buns. You might as well ask. If your dish is not cooked, just don't cook it to avoid waste."

Zhu Lin only thought of this after eating the second chopstick of meat. She quickly walked to the kitchen while eating the meat.

Chen Feng said to Mr. Zhu: "Grandpa, I'm going home to eat first."

"Okay, thank you, good boy!"

Zhu Zhu's mouth was puffed out and she had no time to speak. Her right hand was holding chopsticks holding mutton, so she could only greet Chen Feng with her left hand holding a steamed bun.

Chen Feng looked at the little girl who lacked her father's company and waved to her with a smile.

After coming out, he hadn't ridden far when he ran into Professor Wang Yu from the Performance Department of the Drama Academy, who came here to eat every day after school at noon. He wanted to run away quickly, but he didn't know that Professor Wang was wearing reading glasses and could still see his back clearly.

"Chen Feng!"

"Ugh!"

Chen Feng had no choice but to stop the car and asked from a distance: "Teacher Wang, is there anything wrong?"

Wang Yu shouted, “Go hunting and fishing more often when you have time. You are still young, you should learn how to support your family and earn more money!”

If you want to eat meat, just say so. Why are you teaching me to work so hard?

Chen Feng smiled and waved, then quickly left on his bike.

Wang Yu walked into the restaurant with several colleagues. They were old acquaintances of Zheng Erniu and others here, and they had been friends for seven or eight years, so they didn't mind the waiting time.

Just seeing Zhu Lin eating a steamed bun with meat while writing the menu made me feel a little jealous.

This broth looks delicious, and the green onions and carrot slices on it are a mixture of green and red.

"Xiao Zhu, is there any meat in the restaurant today?"

"No ah!"

Zhu Lin took a bite of Roujiamo and finished it in two or three bites. She didn't forget to drink a mouthful of mutton soup before continuing, "This is a gift from my friend!"

"And I!"

Little Zhuzhu soaked the steamed buns in the broth in the bowl and ate them with chopsticks.

Wang Yu said enviously: "So that's how it is!"

He really wanted to ask if this big bowl of mutton soup could be sold in half or even in full, but since he was an intellectual at the professor level, he didn't say it out loud.

After he finished reading the menu, we waited for the kitchen to serve the food.

As a result, Zhu Lin brought in the menu, took out a bowl, and then brought them a bowl of mutton soup.

"How embarrassing is this!"

Several old professors were a little overwhelmed.

Zhu Lin smiled and said, "My grandfather said that good things should be shared!"

A female professor looked at Zhu Lin and joked, "Little girl, you are not only pretty, but also a good person. If you come to our Central Academy of Drama in the future, you can apply for the acting department. I will teach you how to become a movie star!"