Why Must It Be Me? Then What Do We Need You For?

The Spring Festival of 1987 came a little earlier than usual; Lunar New Year's Eve fell in late January.

So after New Year's Day, the festive atmosphere in the work unit gradually thickened. Holiday benefits were handed out at every turn, and all sorts of rumors kept circulating that there would be Spring Festival bonuses this year.

On Friday morning, Old Ding took a phone call, then said to Li Ye, "The Logistics Department says they're handing out frozen chickens. Make a trip over there and pick up my share while you're at it."

Li Ye put down what he was working on, got to his feet, and smiled. "You got it, Master. But don't complain about what I bring back for you! I really can't compete with all those people faking sick leave."

Old Ding laughed and cursed, "When have I ever complained about you? Just grab any two when you get there. As long as they don't have three legs, I won't complain."

"Got it. I've seen one-legged chickens before, but three-legged ones would really be a rare sight. If I run into one, I'll definitely snatch it back for you."

"Get going! If you're late, you won't even get a whole chicken butt. Didn't you see Xiao Yue already take off?"

Li Ye hurriedly turned around and saw that Yue Lingshan had already dashed out the door, scampering more than ten meters away.

Damn, was she really that eager just to grab a chicken butt? Why was she always so slow and fussy at work?

But when Li Ye thought about the mentality of those aunties lining up for eggs, he understood Yue Lingshan's feelings—go late, and you might not be left with nothing but rotten goods; go early, and you could definitely pick the good ones.