Liu Lan looked at Xu Damao and smiled disdainfully:

"Oh, Projectionist Xu is really generous today."

"Hey, Sister Lan, if you're willing, I can treat you to a meal."

"Forget it, I don't need your food."

Liu Lan really has no shortage of food now.

She is now helping Wang Jianjun sell Dongxu, and her monthly salary exceeds that of Yi Zhonghai.

She just wants to eat meat and can afford to eat it every day.

After Liang Ladi finished preparing the meal, she found an excuse to leave.

Xu Damao whistled as he packed the food and went back to the Propaganda Department.

He planned to go to the small warehouse early to have a nap and recharge his energy before having a big fight with Liang Ladi.

Liang Ladi walked around the cafeteria and then came back to use the meal coupons issued by the steel rolling mill.

She only ate one steamed bun from the meal.

She would take the rest back home to feed her children.

Liang Ladi was very proud.

Not only did I get some free meals today, I also earned a couple bucks.

Where can you find such a rich man?

After dinner, Liang Ladi returned to the workshop, finished processing the remaining workpieces, said hello to the workshop director, and prepared to go home.

I happened to pass by the cafeteria on my way back.

The time that Xu Damao and I agreed upon is almost now.

Thinking about what happened in the cafeteria just now, Xu Damao's grandson took the opportunity to take advantage of him.

Liang Ladi snorted coldly.

It’s not so easy to take advantage of me.

She then went to the small warehouse and saw Xu Damao sleeping through the crack in the door.

This donkey-faced man really came.

Liang Ladi's eyes turned and she thought of a way to take revenge on Xu Damao.

She looked around and just happened to find a hemp rope.

She took the hemp rope and closed the door of the small warehouse, then tied the door of the small warehouse with the hemp rope and tied several knots.

After doing all this, Liang Ladi clapped her hands and went straight home.

Just as Xu Damao said, no one comes back to the warehouse until mealtime.

Locking him in there for a few hours was a form of punishment for him.