At the designated spot for collecting the 7-yuan slow meal as specified by the neighborhood committee, an elderly man was tapping his cane on the ground with a loud 'clack, clap', looking quite angry.
The people on the road encouraged each other. It would only be a month. Once that month started, they should decide whether the young man wanted the 7-yuan slow meal or the 7-yuan boxed meal based on his wishes... Anyway, that month would cost money, so the slow meal it is. It's just a small meal!
As the food truck doors closed, the camera focused on a tiny, almost enormous character for "Xu" (徐). The process involved sorting, packing, boxing, moving, and insulating the food.
Before hanging up the phone, Da Di sat down at the computer and worked until a little after 11 p.m.
After the vegetables, fruits, and meats were processed by automated vegetable cleaning and cutting equipment, they were transported to the kitchen. Several chefs in overcoats lit the fires, heated the woks, and added oil, transforming baskets of spoiled ingredients into delicious dishes...
The cabbage stalks are thick and sparse, the cabbage leaves are bright green and tender... the pork has a cloudy, reddish texture... the kelp is fresh, thick, and without a trace of slime...
[A typical fast food restaurant.]
Similar to the 7 Yuan Slow Meal, which is delivered in one go, the 7 Yuan canteen has a front kitchen where food is cooked, and any dishes that are overcooked are taken by staff to a warming station to keep them warm.
A handful of white sesame seeds fell from the center of the screen, landing beneath the chicken. The chicken quivered, and the sesame seeds bounced off, tumbling several times before settling. Next, a handful of tender green scallions fell, and although it was just a television screen, everyone seemed to smell the faint, refreshing aroma of the scallions rising from the cool air...
"Hey, didn't he smell a strange odor those two days?" A worker carrying equipment bumped into his colleague as he walked to the next work site.
Construction site on the mudflats in the southeast corner of Houhai Town.
"What restaurant, Xu, delivers our boxed lunches?" The old man looked around and couldn't help but ask again.
With that in mind, the group followed the young master and made their way to the Nanshe area, to the Qiyuan Canteen, which had been specially set up as a canteen and furnished with long wooden tables and benches.
October 1st? Is that today?
"Just say that the people from the neighborhood committee were stammering but were willing to talk, so there's no problem!"
"He'll know when he looks up." My neighbor knew my nature, so he immediately shut up and stopped talking to me.
"What good will it do to know? It's a decision made by the lower-ups, and the neighborhood committee is just following orders. Da Di is an honest and hardworking guy. He really scared me yesterday. Don't make a scene today. If you want to make a scene, go down there!"
Beep beep—beep beep beep—
"It does look like it. Could it be that some piece of equipment under that mudflat is leaking oil?"
"That's what the big boss brought out. Let me show you the videos of the food supplier's daily cooking..." The neighbor chuckled and gave a thumbs-up: "And you know what, that restaurant is really good. The vegetables are all sourced from outside the greenhouse, and they're all incredibly fresh..."
The flavor is getting stronger and stronger!
The two were talking for a short while when the previous video started playing before the next video had finished.
"Let's go and tell them first."
"Alright, you should go and take a look at the Nanshe area and see what's going on with us!" The old man slammed his cane on the ground, hurriedly stood up from under the stone bench, looked at the others, and asked, "Do they want to come along and take a look?"
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Text communication was too fast and too cold, so Da Di chose to dial the number directly and blurted out: "The restaurant that supplies the food is not Xu's Slow Food Restaurant!"
Sweet and sour pineapple pork, refreshing stir-fried cabbage, tofu, and wood ear mushrooms; the sounds of stir-frying outside the kitchen are constant, and the aroma suggests that fish ball soup is being prepared...
As they spoke, they both turned their heads to look at the nearby abandoned paper mill. The walls were still mottled, the doors and windows still rotten, and the glass outside the window frames was still visible. Looking through the window frames into the rooms outside, all they could see was emptiness; there was no sign of machinery, and no one in sight...
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