After all, the canteen equipped by the state-owned factory is a big pot of rice, and it is difficult to adjust everyone's mouth, let alone grind foreign workers, and there are countless less oil and less salt that day.

And the working class has high salaries, good treatment, and enough subsidies, and many people will leave the factory to make dental sacrifices.

It's just that there are shops contracted by the factory insiders, and the things are expensive and not tasty.

Xu Zhenggang and a few people were complaining that there was no taste in their mouths and they didn't know what to eat, but as soon as they went out of the door, they were hit by a gust of fragrant wind.

"A few mornings, do you eat pork offal, a bowl of five cents, a lot of filling."

A clear female voice came from behind the stall, full of energy, like kapok blooming from the branches in early spring, which made people feel refreshed.

A few people followed the prestige, and saw a little girl with a high ponytail and clear eyebrows looking at them with a smile, and the gray knit clothes on her body were neat and refreshing, and the whole person was full of coolness.

"Your pork offal is brine? Last time I passed by the farmer's market, I heard that someone was doing this, but I didn't expect to see it. ”

It is naturally impossible for a few big men to study cooking skills, and they work in the factory all day long, and they don't know that the little girl in front of them is the little chef who is full of praise from the owner of the pork stall.

Smelling the aroma of the boiling in the pot, several people asked for a copy each.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Even laughing, the voice is crisp and soft, and there is no ambiguity in the hands, serving the rice and scooping the pig offal, chopping and adding a chopsticks of pickles and tender leafy vegetables, the knife edge tuk tuk tuk

A ray of heavenly light fell on her cheeks, dyeing the hair hanging down her neck red, like a thin halo on the cage.

The few people who were chatting gradually lost their voices.

Lian Xiao still felt strange, and when he raised his eyes, he was facing a few stunned faces.

"Any questions?" She tilted her head in confusion, her big eyes blinking unconsciously.

Some babies have fat faces that are cute and cute.

"Ahem, it's okay, it's okay." The few people who were annoyed hurriedly turned their heads, and their thin skins were directly red through the roots of their ears.

Because he switched to the factory today, Lian Xiaocai specially cleaned up his ropes, so as not to be picked on and unhygienic, and he never thought that he would be able to call these young men who are the mainstays of society.

You must know that in 80 years, the status of workers even surpassed the establishment of units, teachers were paid 30 yuan a month, and workers were more than 35, and they were definitely high-quality stocks in the blind date market.

But Lian Xiao forgot about it.

Most of the children in the factory took over their parents' workplaces, they didn't know all the words, and their speeches were even more thick with a strong local accent, and the three aunts and six mothers-in-law were rough and vulgar for a long time.

Therefore, her fluent Mandarin alone is enough to kill most female employees in seconds.

A few people came out early, and after their taste buds were conquered, they ate bowl after bowl, and when they stopped to drink water, they happened to chat with Lian Xiao.

"Oh, coming out of Huanggang Village, no wonder you have to show up and do speculative trading, come out before dawn, it's really hard."

A flat-headed young man sighed.

In their eyes, staying up late and working overtime in the factory is a collective honor, not hard, and the people who come out to set up stalls to do some 'chicken feathers for sugar' are forced by life and do not enter the stream.

He didn't even refute with a smile, only bent his eyebrows and eyes, and served the God of Wealth kindly.

When paying, someone in the ramp gave two yuan, and Lian Xiao was about to give change, but he overheard the other party's voice and said softly: "No need, you can sell it early and go home." ”

As soon as I turned my head, I saw a young man with strict workwear, meticulous ironing, and thick eyebrows and big eyes standing in the corner of the stall.