"You're so thoughtful, then I'll be shameless and not stand on ceremony." Ruan Xianxian changed her mind immediately.
Song Jianshe's smile deepened. If this young comrade had even a fraction of the quail-like Lao Xiang beside him, he wouldn't be in such a predicament.
Director Song wrote a note, and Ruan Xianxian went out for a while, taking a chicken and a duck from her car. On her way back to the office, she was pointed at and gossiped about by many workers.
"What a fat chicken! What did it eat to grow up like that?" Song Jianshe was startled by the large, fat chicken that was placed on the table.
Ruan Xianxian curled her lips and said, "These are the chickens and ducks we raised using the most advanced technology. The first batch is ready to be sold, but we don't know how they will taste yet."
We'd like to ask the knowledgeable Director Song to take a look, taste it at home, and offer some feedback so we can improve our breeding methods.
Language is an art, and this was the first time Director Song had ever heard someone describe gift-giving in such a refined and elegant way, but it had to be said that it touched his heart.
The woman in the family who just gave birth to her third child needs chicken soup to help her recover.
He lifted the chicken and duck by their wings and placed them under the table, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. “Comrade Ruan is too kind. I will humbly offer my opinions after tasting them.”
After leaving the steel mill and getting into the car, Lao Xiang's lips twitched with heartache. "You spendthrift! Trading chickens and ducks for furnace ash, aren't you crazy?"
Ruan Xianxian turned the steering wheel without even turning her head, "Uncle Xiang, have you compared the chickens and ducks from our factory with those from other farms?"
Do you think they would be willing to spend the same amount of money to buy the skinny chickens from the original farm after eating our plump chickens?
"Sitting at home, I received a gift from heaven!"
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