Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 185 How Does It Taste
Qiu Mei couldn't help looking at An Xiangwen, but An Xiangwen only felt that the mud bodhisattva was crossing the river, so how could he dare to remind Qiu Mei.

Qiu Mei turned her gaze around and responded briskly: "Of course, I have a business card, a letter of introduction from our commune, and a permit."

Fortunately, she was considerate in her work and took care of all the formalities.

Even the business card was printed in the county some time ago.

Seeing the word "factory director" on the business card, the eyes of the group of people became more and more focused on Qiu Mei.

The director of the No. [-] Food Factory in Songshan County couldn't help laughing, "Comrade Qiu is really young and promising. He is not the deputy director of a food factory at such a young age as me. I am really ashamed."

Qiu Mei finally confirmed that something was wrong. Why did everyone from the food factory come?It seems that today is a Hongmen banquet.

However, although Deputy Factory Director Liu talked teasingly, after all, Qiu Mei's procedures were completed, and everyone had nothing to say after reading it.

An Xiangwen bit the bullet and smoothed things over, "Okay, didn't you say you brought the samples? This is our focus today."

Wan Long wanted to say something else, but the factory manager glanced at him with a warning, and Wan Long immediately fell silent.

The director of the factory is on fire, no matter what the matter is, it is an internal matter of the factory after all, and now people from the food factory are also in the meeting room, and An Xiangwen and Wanlong are facing each other like this. The people in the factory read the jokes.

The meeting room fell silent for a while, and the factory manager took a gentle tone.

"Okay, it's said that mules or horses came out for a walk. We've waited for so long, so it's time to take a look."

Qiu Mei didn't speak, just opened the lunch box.

There are two upper and lower floors, the upper layer contains braised chicken wings and salt-baked palms, and the lower layer contains chicken nuggets.

The weather didn't cool down, and Qiu Mei asked Wu Dade to deliver it in a truck. It took only more than half an hour from her own food factory, and the food was still warm.

Wan Long's face changed slightly as the aroma that made the people of the two brigades smash their halberds into the sand wafted out.

Qiu Mei took out a box of toothpicks, "Several leaders try it, the chicken nuggets are spicy, but the two above are not spicy, and the flavors are different."

At this juncture, An Xiangwen put his heart on hold, picked up a toothpick and pierced a chicken nugget into his mouth.

This taste...

An Xiangwen's irritability in the past few days was suddenly soothed. Was he eating chicken nuggets at this moment?
It's conscience!
An Xiangwen can finally look at the factory manager with a straight chest, try it for yourself, I, An Xiangwen, didn't get a penny of benefits, it's purely because other people's things are good!

Wan Long also ate a piece of Zhang Zhongbao, and his face suddenly became ugly.

He didn't expect this stuff to be so delicious.

The more delicious the food was, the more he felt as if he had been slapped hard on the face several times.

The factory manager glanced at the colorful faces of the two people, and picked up a toothpick to taste a piece of chicken.

Huh?
This taste...

The next second, while the other two were still in a daze, the factory manager took a few more pieces and chewed them carefully in his mouth.

Then he smiled and looked at Deputy Director Liu, "You guys have a try too? Didn't you come here to learn from experience?"

After being watched by two people from outside the factory for a long time, the factory manager was also holding his breath.

The food factory only came and went with those few things, relying on the fact that the state-owned factory didn't want to make progress, just like what Lao An said, every time a few things were distributed during the holidays, the employees in the factory complained.

Look at the things brought by the little comrades, they are indeed much more delicious than those from your food factory.

The factory manager couldn't help looking at An Xiangwen with approval.

He said that Comrade Lao An is not the kind of person who takes benefits. Sure enough, the person he introduced has two brushes.

(End of this chapter)