It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when Pei Wenping finally got off work and went home. She ate the meal and soup that Shen Mingzhu had specially left for her, her face full of satisfaction and happiness.
"The food at home always smells better; the cafeteria dishes at the factory are getting worse by the day."
"Didn't they just get a new chef this year?"
Pei Wenping gave her a look and said, "Talking about this always feels like complaining, but the current taste and quality of the cafeteria, compared to when you managed it, is far from comparable."
"The previous collective meals have been changed to a meal subsidy. Not to mention breakfast, but for lunch and dinner, each meal averages sixty cents per person. You can barely get a meat and a vegetable dish at the regular counter. It sounds okay, but if you see it, you'd know the vegetables are utterly devoid of any oil, and the meat isn't anything good either."