﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍Three years later﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍

In April, the green willows are covered with flying catkins and the crabapple trees are beginning to bloom.

Bursts of laughter were heard from the staff lounge in the production workshop of Dafeng Factory.

"Brother Chen, you said it's all rice, all cooked in the same way, with water added to the rice and cooked in the same way in every restaurant, so why is your Xiaoshan's rice so delicious?"

As Wang Dajun spoke, he took another chopstick of rice from Chen Jianguo's big lunch box and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chen Jianguo's face darkened, he glanced at Wang Dajun, moved the lunch box in front of him as if protecting his food, lowered his head and shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewed it quickly a few times and swallowed it, then shoveled another mouthful.

Ever since Chen Qingshan started cooking three years ago, the Chen family's meals have become increasingly delicious. As a result, whenever Chen Jianguo opens his lunch box at noon, the aroma of the food attracts a group of eager cats.

At first, Chen Jianguo was embarrassed and asked his fellow workers to try it.

Well! This taste was incredible. You used your chopsticks and I used my spoon to divide it all up. If Chen Jianguo hadn't stopped him, Wang Dajun would have licked the lunch box.

From that day on, the lounge was filled with workers who wanted to eat for free at noon. Poor Chen Jianguo didn't have a full meal at noon for a whole week.

Later, Lao Chen came up with an idea and found a large double-layer lunch box and only filled it with white rice.

He thought that the workers must have staple food in their own lunch boxes, and they would be basically full after eating the food in their own lunch boxes. At most, they would take a few bites of his rice to satisfy their cravings, and the remaining rice would be enough for him to eat until he was 70% to 80% full.

Chen Jianguo's plan was very clever, but who knew that these grandsons were even more cunning. Seeing that Chen Jianguo only brought rice, they simply brought more vegetables and less rice, and continued to eat Chen's rice at noon.

Chen Jianguo was regretting it so much. Why did he just let everyone have a taste of it out of impulse?

A herd of cattle!

Seeing that Wang Jun succeeded, Liu Ming also scooped a spoonful of rice with a lick of his cheek.

The spoon he used was specially prepared for free meals. It was like a small ladle and could hold exactly two taels of rice. Chen Jianguo's rice box was suddenly one-quarter empty.

"Dajun, you don't understand. There's a reason why Old Chen's rice is so delicious. They have good feng shui, so their food is delicious and their children are also very successful! Don't you agree?"

After hearing this, the workers nodded in agreement.

Chen Jianguo hadn't eaten much at noon today. Seeing that the rice in his lunch box was getting less and less, he was getting impatient and about to lose his temper and kick people out. But after hearing Liu Ming's words, he felt as if he had taken a betel nut gas-relieving pill. He immediately smiled and looked like a Sichuan opera performer.

Another young man with a flat head also took a bite of rice and asked:

"Team leader, how come your son Qingshan is so outstanding? How do you and your sister-in-law usually raise him? Can you share some of your experience with me? When our baby is born, Fenzi and I will follow your example. We don't ask for much, as long as he can be half as smart as your son Xiaoshan in the future."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jianguo stopped protecting his food and pushed his lunch box towards Zhang Youcai. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and said while puffing:

"There's an old Chinese saying that goes 'A filial son is born under the stick,' but I don't agree with it!

You can't hit children casually. Anyway, your sister-in-law and I have never hit Xiaoshan since he was a child.

Xiaoshan is smart and filial. She cooks dinner for us every day even though she is so busy with her high school studies. My husband and I feel so sorry for her that we can't bear to hit her.

Xiaoshan's mother and I are truly blessed to have such a wonderful daughter, hehehe..."

The workers lowered their heads and ate their food, their chopsticks and spoons clinking against their lunch boxes.

The daughter slave has started showing off his daughter again. Enough is enough!

Wang Dajun and Zhang Youcai exchanged glances, and they instantly understood each other's expressions:

Eat! Eat up this girl-showing maniac's lunch, leaving him with nothing to eat. See if he still has the energy to show off!

It’s so infuriating!

But Chen Jianguo's daughter is really outstanding. During the holiday when she graduated from elementary school, she bravely stepped forward to help others. The city awarded her the "Lianshi Outstanding Youth" award, and it was even reported in the newspapers.

He skipped a grade and entered high school at the age of 13. He ranked first in his grade in every exam during his three years of high school.

I scored over 700 points in the mock exam two days ago. As long as I perform normally in the college entrance examination, I will definitely be admitted to Capital University. Maybe I can even get the provincial top scorer in the college entrance examination!

They were all children, so why was there such a huge gap between them? Liu Ming thought of his own son, who wasn't very good at studying and only knew how to play ball and show off all day. His homeroom teacher, Mr. Mu, often complained to him about him.

He felt suffocated when he thought of his son's hairstyle that looked like a patrolling goblin, and he took a big mouthful of rice to calm his anger.

Chen Jianguo drank some health-preserving tea to moisten his throat and prepared to continue talking.

The medicinal tea was specially prepared for him by Chen Qingshan. It used medicinal herbs from the space, such as Fritillaria cirrhosa, lily, wolfberry, and mint, which can nourish yin, reduce fire, moisten the lungs and relieve cough.

Chen Jianguo has been drinking it for the past few years, and the symptoms of chest tightness have not appeared again. He looks rosy and looks several years younger than his actual age.

"Bang—clang—"

The door of the lounge was kicked open, startling the people inside.