"No need, no need, I also have a share of it. Don't work too hard, just help pick some vegetables."
A minute later, Zheng Da's voice came again, this time in a lowered voice: "Master, the factory director's son wants to stay in our state-owned restaurant, will his family agree? The cotton mill is doing the best economically here. His family shouldn't be lacking in food, why does he want to come to our state-owned restaurant so much?"
"You talk too much, get to work." Jiang Weijin laughed and scolded, his voice turning serious, "That's their family matter, don't discuss it."
Qin Huai remembered, that unfamiliar voice should belong to the young guy who smiled and directed Gong Liang to the kitchen. Qin Huai hadn't paid attention to him at the time, and didn't realize he was the son of the cotton mill director.
The factory director's son wanting to stay at the state-owned restaurant, Jiang Weijin has quite some charm.
Indeed, with S-grade snacks, it's definitely worth it.
