Deng Jiaxian's Question (Part One)

"Factory Director, according to reports from several branch venues, most of them have already completed three rounds of serving food."

"Even Twelfth Branch Factory, which has the most people and is progressing the slowest, has now completed two rounds of serving dishes."

Li Jue listened to his assistant, Zhou Cai, report beside him.

He pondered for a moment, then continued asking:

"What about the food supplies? Any problems?"

Zhou Cai shook his head quickly and turned over a page of the telegram in front of him:

"The main factory has been in constant contact with the head chef. At present, we have enough fillings and already-wrapped dumplings to meet the comrades' needs."

"For example, we prepared more than twenty-four thousand jin of beef. As of the last telegram I received, about sixty percent of our stock is still left."

"And according to our estimates, most comrades will be full by the fifth round at the latest—some might not even make it through four."

Only then did Li Jue nod in satisfaction.

More than fifty minutes had passed since the meal officially began. Li Jue had been checking on the other branch venues every so often.

After all, although everything at the main factory was running smoothly, that was largely because it had fewer people—only a little over eighty tables in all.

In later generations, many villages would easily set up more than a hundred tables for a single village banquet.

The other branch venues were another matter.

Take the venue at Factory Area 12, for example. It had 532 tables and more than 5,500 people.

If something went wrong at any stage, the consequences were hard to predict.

If a comrade carrying food tripped or bumped into someone while serving, that would be one thing. But if the workers as