It was only a matter of time before Xu Damao was driven away.

"You," the senior leader glanced at Ma Hua with a hint of helplessness, "that little rascal."

The leader's wife also looked at Ma Hua with great curiosity, realizing that's how it is.

Factory Director Yang looked at Ma Hua with a gloomy expression, never expecting that Ma Hua had actually become so influential.

Why are you so eloquent in front of the big boss, but so rude to me?

Factory Director Yang's resentment towards Ma Hua deepened, but he was also secretly relieved.

MCA did not elaborate further in front of the senior leaders.

Otherwise, given how much the top leader values ​​MCA, what if he found out what he had done to MCA?

Wouldn't I be blaming myself?

"If you need more food, just call me and I'll go to the kitchen now."

After saying goodbye to the senior leader, Ma Hua hurriedly headed towards the kitchen.

MCA doesn't have time for pleasantries with the big boss; he's busy preparing meals.

A person who only wants to eat, a soul that only wants to eat, will lose their soul for the sake of eating.

If I don't go back soon, the food I prepared will get cold.

As for dining with high-ranking leaders, MCA stated that they would not agree, noting that it would make them feel uncomfortable.

I'm not even on the same level as the people at the table. It's exhausting to know what I can and can't say.

Just look at the sour look on Director Yang's face when the big boss invited him to stay for dinner.

MCA members said they couldn't eat; it was too disgusting.

Time flew by, and before long, the mealtime was over. Ma Hua was then driven back to the courtyard house by a driver arranged by Secretary Chen.