Five hundred and seventy, without carrying.

After dinner, Zhang Xiaoling gathered up the dishes and took them into the kitchen to wash. She certainly didn't expect the two people outside to help her.

"Xiao Ling, I have something to tell you," Yang Le said as he approached Zhang Xiaoling.

"Hmm?" Zhang Xiaoling placed a cleaned bowl aside and continued washing the ones in the sink.

"When you go to the factory tomorrow, take Yang Xing and the others with you; you can't just leave them at home," Yang Le said. With Xiao Ling absent, there's nobody to cook for them. And with Qian Xiaoxiao at home, it's not convenient for him to come back. Besides, there's no extra food at home to cook.

Generally, Xiao Ling has her lunch at the factory and only brings some vegetables home in the evening. There's no refrigerator at home, and any excess vegetables bought would go bad.

"I won't take them!" Zhang Xiaoling rejected the idea outright, without a second thought.

"Why not?" Yang Le looked at Zhang Xiaoling, puzzled.