"Comrade Yu, now I know why Qiaoqiao is so envious of me. Your canned food is absolutely amazing. You have no idea how those people looked at me when I went to get the canned food just now, like wolves who haven't eaten meat in eight lifetimes."
Fang Qiaoqiao proudly raised her chin: "Now you know how delicious my sister Yao's canned food is, right? Come on, let me try a couple of pieces."
"Two pieces won't do, so I'll give you one."
After Yan Minjia tasted it, she immediately changed her mind, "How can you bear to take such delicious canned food from me? You've already eaten it, but I haven't."
A can of pork almost caused a major change in the relationship between Fang Qiaoqiao and Yan Minjia.
The canteen at Hongxi Farm uses vegetables and fruits grown on the farm itself, which are fresh and delicious. Yu Yao and Fang Qiaoqiao both ate an extra bowl of rice.
After dinner, it started to get dark.
Whether it was the educated youth or Yu Yao, they were all exhausted after working for most of the day.
After washing up, they went to sleep in the dormitory that the farm had arranged for them.
Just as dawn was breaking, Yu Yao and Fang Qiaoqiao got up.
Today we need to take inventory of the second batch of sugarcane, the third batch... We won't be able to finish until 3 p.m.
They didn't go back at noon; the educated youth on the farm delivered their meals to the fields, and after eating, they started taking inventory.
At 2:30 p.m., Yu Yao stretched and handed the notebook to the purchasing department staff: "This batch of sugarcane has been inventoried. I'll go help Fang Qiaoqiao count it."
When they arrived at the land assigned to Fang Qiaoqiao, there were trucks loading sugarcane not far away.
Fang Qiaoqiao saw her as if she had seen a lifeline, "Ayao, you're finally here, my brain is too tired to function. Help me, help me."
Yu Yao was amused by her exaggerated expression of utter despair: "Don't worry, I'll help you with the rest."
As she passed the truck loaded with sugarcane, her gaze inadvertently fell on the sugarcane on the truck, and she paused for a moment.
"Qiaoqiao, who inspected this batch of sugarcane?"
Seeing her serious expression, Fang Qiaoqiao also stopped smiling: "I checked it, what's wrong?"
"There's something wrong with this batch of sugarcane; it can't be used."
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