"Still, why call it Cucumber?"
The day before the press conference, while eating lunch in the cafeteria, Yan Jian, sporting a pair of panda eyes, suddenly asked, "And why call them Yardlong Bean and Peanut?" "Huh?"
Ji Jue held his bowl and looked up blankly. "Don't you like yardlong beans? Peanuts are great too."
As he spoke, he lowered his head, picked up a slice of smashed cucumber from his plate with his chopsticks, chomp chomp chomp, and nodded. "Mm, today's cucumber is pretty good too." For a moment, Yan Jian wanted to say something, but he felt that whatever he said would be useless.
This bastard actually named products based on whatever cold dish the cafeteria served on the day production was approved... He would never catch up to such a bizarre train of thought in his lifetime. "Don't you think that's way too casual?!"
Yan Jian sighed. "What's the next one going to be called? Tomato? Potato? Or banana?"
"Anything works. It's just that we can't call them Cow and Horse No.1, No.2, and No.3, can we?"
Ji Jue asked in reply as if it were only natural, "Everyone works just to earn a bit of damn money. Being worked like a cow and horse every day is already exhausting enough—why stab people right in the heart?" For a moment, the cafeteria fell silent. Every face bearing dark circles couldn't help but look up and stare in this direction gloomily. So he wasn't stabbing customers in the heart anymore—he was stabbing his coworkers instead?
The cows and horses at an automobile factory weren't cows and horses, then?!
"Why did everyone suddenly stop talking?"
Ji Jue looked around in confusion and asked curiously, "Is it because you've finished today's work?"
In an instant, the previously dead-silent cafeteria erupted with