Zhao Gang indeed finished his meal quickly, and not long after Ye Xinyan had sat down, Zhao Gang tidied up and came out of the dining hall to signal that they could leave.
As Ye Xinyan came out of the main house, she complained, "It's my fault for not reminding Uncle Zhao to slow down. We're not in any rush, you really ate that meal too quickly."
Zhao Gang walked with her, saying, "Our meals can be hurried or leisurely. When there's no rush, enjoying some drinks and small dishes can last all day. But if we're in a hurry, we can gulp down a few bites to fill up. All this is no trouble; as long as it doesn't delay Ye Zi's work, it's fine."
When Zhao Gang and his group had arrived yesterday, it was still no early hour, and he had only swept a glance over the northern construction from afar, without a detailed look. Now as they gradually approached the cow farm, he was just as shocked as anyone seeing such a large-scale cow farm for the first time at the method of penning livestock.