Someone teased Shen Baolan on purpose, "Baolan, you come from the same village as Shen Mingzhu, didn't she tell you about any good news?"
"What good news? Did she strike it rich?"
Shen Baolan instinctively wondered if this meant that Shen Mingzhu had made a fair amount of money selling mooncakes again? Her heart suddenly felt as sour as if a jar of pickled vegetables had been overturned.
Then she heard that person say, "Shen Mingzhu has entered the food factory, and now she is a mooncake master at the food factory, specially teaching the factory's workers how to make mooncakes."
"What?"
Shen Baolan's first reaction was disbelief.
If someone as lazy and gluttonous as Shen Mingzhu could become a master, then she might as well be the factory director!
She scoffed immediately, "You must have been listening to her bragging. She can't even cook rice properly, and now she's teaching people in a food factory how to make mooncakes? Don't let her ruin them."