"First Elder, my cooking skills aren't up to par yet. I still need to study hard so I can better serve the worker comrades and the leadership. That's why I turned down the special meal assignment—I wanted to focus on improving my cooking and then test for a Work Grade. Once my Work Grade goes up, it won't be too late to strive for special meal work again. Don't you think so?"
Yi Zhonghai felt somewhat choked up. How was he supposed to respond? Was he supposed to say that Silly Zhu's special meal job had been bought with two cartons of cigarettes? Now He Yuzhu had turned it down and claimed his cooking skills were inadequate. What could he say?
But why had this fool suddenly begun caring about his Work Grade? He had previously had Old Ma suppress this fool's Work Grade. Could someone have noticed?
"First Elder, tell me, am I right or not? And this lunchbox—not only will I not be taking it home today, I won't be taking it home in the future either. Everyone in the Back Kitchen has a huge issue with me over this. I can't disregard the need to stay united with the others in the Back Kitchen just to take a lunchbox home."
Originally, He Yuzhu had nearly said he could not disregard the interests of the others in the Back Kitchen. But then he remembered that times were different, and so were people's ways of thinking. Talking about interests was absolutely out of the question, so he hurriedly changed his wording to unity with the others in the Back Kitchen.
"You, you!" Yi Zhonghai did not know what to say for a moment. He flung his sleeve and said, "Fine, Zhu Zi, I misjudged you. Since you've made up