Bi Qiaoan quickly raised her hand, "Here, I'm number 16!"
Then turn off your phone and hand the number plate to the young man.
The deliveryman checked the number tag, then said to Bi Qiaoan, "Where's your grain? It's your turn. How do you plan to push it?"
Bi Qiaoan pointed to the corner where the corn cobs were placed and said, "Over there, could you please help me move them? I'm pregnant, and my husband went home to move the rest of the corn cobs."
The delivery guy glanced at it and said, "It costs money!"
Bi Qiaoan nodded, "Yes, yes, thank you for your help."
The young man waved towards the workshop, and two burly men walked out and quickly carried all the corn cobs inside.
"Which type do you want, the thick one or the thin one?"
"They're small, right? Finally, could you please vacuum-pack them all?"
The deliveryman nodded and was about to return to the workshop when Bi Qiaoan quickly said, "There are still some corn cobs at home that haven't been delivered yet. Do we need to queue up again once they arrive?"
"It's hard to say now, let's wait until it arrives!" After saying that, she returned to the production workshop without waiting for Bi Qiaoan's reply.
Bi Qiaoan sat back down on the bench and continued chatting with netizens.
Around noon, Shen Yanming and the others returned to the Quanyou processing plant.
While the others were moving corn cobs, Bi Qiaoan went to find the worker at the workshop entrance to queue up.
To her surprise, this older brother gave Bi Qiaoan special treatment, allowing them to move directly to the next person in line.
Actually, it's because some people didn't want to wait in the morning, so they just left their things here and agreed to pick them up in the afternoon. That way, their work didn't need to be at the top of the queue, since they could finish production before the deadline anyway.
Bi Qiaoan thanked him with a smile, and then asked Shen Yanming and the others to deliver the corn cobs to the workshop entrance.
When the three of them sat down on the bench to rest, panting, Bi Qiaoan asked Shen Yanming, "Aren't there still some sweet potato chips at home?"
"The car was full, so they discussed it and decided to come and deliver again next week."
Bi Qiaoan nodded, but still frowned and said, "There will probably be a lot of people next week."
Shen Yanming chuckled, "Anyway, we're not in a hurry. We can make a call before we come, and if there are too many people, we can postpone it until there are fewer people."
"good."
Shen Yanming suddenly remembered something, asked Bi Qiaoan to wait a moment, and got up to get a lunchbox from the car.
"Let's fill our stomachs first, and we'll eat something better when we get back," Shen Yanming whispered in Bi Qiaoan's ear.
Have you eaten yet?
Shen Yanming nodded. "I cooked some instant noodles at home. I'll have a proper meal when I get back."
Bi Qiaoan hummed in agreement, then opened the lid. Inside was steamed egg, which smelled delicious.
Bi Qiaoan picked up a spoon and ate it bite by bite.
Perhaps everyone was hungry at noon, or perhaps the sesame oil that Shen Yanming put in the steamed eggs was flavorful enough, because several gasps and gurgling sounds were heard around.
Bi Qiaoan focused on eating her steamed egg, completely unaware of the stares coming from the people not far away.
After Bi Qiaoan finished eating the steamed egg, someone announced that the vermicelli for number 16 was ready.
Watching Shen Yanming and the others load bags of vermicelli back into the car, Bi Qiaoan couldn't help but exclaim, "This vermicelli machine is amazing! What used to take several days to make by hand can now be done in a maximum of three hours. Even though it's machine-made vermicelli, what does it matter!"
Afterwards, Shen Yanming and Bi Qiaoan waited in the hall for more than an hour before a worker called out, "Number 16, the cornmeal is ready!"
Bi Qiaoan took the order from the deliveryman, paid the fee at the front desk, and then went to the production workshop to collect her vacuum-packed cornmeal.
Bi Qiaoan picked up a package, examined it, and put it down, saying, "The packaging is quite good; it should last a long time."
"Hmm, this factory's service is quite adaptable to different situations."
Since the food they brought today had all been processed, the group prepared to head back.
Although we transported grain to the factory twice today, the final product wasn't that much; one trip would have been enough to transport it back.
It was already 3:30 pm when they got home.
Even though they ate some instant noodles in the middle of the morning to tide them over, they were still hungry after so much time had passed.
In order to fill their stomachs quickly, the group decided to have hot pot.
Shen Yanming placed the induction cooker and the divided pot on the coffee table, and then went to the kitchen with Ji Kangyong and Zhang Heping to pick out a bunch of their favorite foods, which they then washed in the kitchen.
Because it was a last-minute decision, they could only use the frozen meat in the refrigerator, and the Shen family's refrigerator didn't have a lot of storage.
The meat in the refrigerator is the limited amount that can be bought from the supermarket each month, while Shen Yanming and Bi Qiaoan usually eat fresh meat from the space.
He took out a piece of mutton, raised an eyebrow at Zhang Heping, and said, "It's yours now."
"Huh?" Zhang Heping was a little confused.
"Slice it!" Shen Yanming shoved the knife into Zhang Heping's hand.
"Didn't we used to eat lamb rolls?"
Shen Yanming laughed, "Who gave you the illusion that you can't finish the lamb rolls at home?"
Zhang Heping froze, then heard Shen Yanming continue, "If you cut the mutton into chunks, you'll have mutton rolls, right?"
Zhang Heping nodded, then picked up a knife to cut the meat. But when the knife touched the hard chunk of meat, he realized, "Wait a minute, why should I cut it?"
"If you're not allowed to cut meat with a knife every day, who is?"
Zhang Heping was speechless for a moment, then raised the kitchen knife and threatened Shen Yanming, saying, "What the hell do you misunderstand about my job? I'm wielding a scalpel, cutting human flesh!"
"Alright, it's all the same in essence, okay? Be good, if you want to eat, just do it yourself." Shen Yanming wasn't intimidated at all, he smiled and patted his shoulder before leaving the kitchen.
Zhang Heping was the only one left in the kitchen. He cut the frozen meat again, and the knife slid off the meat once more.
After suffering repeated setbacks, Zhang Heping became unhappy, slammed the knife on the cutting board, and gave up.
Seeing him sit down on the sofa empty-handed and menacing, Ji Kangyong asked in confusion, "Where's the meat?"
"Go eat vegetarian food, you're frozen solid, who can cut you!"
"You didn't know you could defrost a microwave?"
"Huh?" Zhang Heping was stunned, and suddenly felt that he was very stupid. Then he patted his forehead and went back to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Zhang Heping came out with a plate of sliced mutton. "Well, it was overcooked, and the meat wasn't cut properly."
Shen Yanming, Bi Qiaoan, and Ji Kangyong simultaneously picked up a piece of mutton. The slices of meat were of varying thicknesses, with some fat and some lean.
The three of them said in unison, "Isn't this good?"
Zhang Heping nodded. "Don't you think it's thick?"
Shen Yanming and Ji Kangyong patted Zhang Heping on the shoulders, one on each side, and said with a hint of sympathy, "From now on, all the surgical work will be handed over to you."
Zhang Heping... I should have known better than to show off...
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