This isn't mealtime, but this bowl of noodles was specially prepared by Factory Director Ji for the canteen.
The master chef of the textile factory's canteen is Aunt Qian, a woman in her forties who has been learning her craft since she was fifteen and has now held her baby grandson.
"You're as thin as a stick, eat more... What do you mean you can't eat it? You're even squeamish about plain noodles?"
"Aunt Qian, Aunt Qian, I have a small appetite, I really can't eat that much." Lin Nianhe pleaded cutely as she held her bowl, "I can only eat this much because you made the noodles. If I made them myself, I couldn't even finish half. Please don't serve me anymore, it's wasteful if I can't finish it."
Aunt Qian, wielding the large serving spoon with an imposing force.
She pointed at Lin Nianhe and said: "When I was your age, I could eat six cornbread buns in one meal. Look at you now."
