Seeing that the workers around him were all eating either steamed buns or flatbread, Lin Guangyuan took a fierce bite of the Guangbing in his hand too.
It was so dry that he nearly choked, and he hurriedly washed it down with a mouthful of water.
Now he finally understood how miserable Ye Chenghai had been back then. How could anyone have the strength to work eating this stuff? He wasn't a full-grown laborer, and even a full-grown laborer couldn't take it.
After another three straight days of work, Ye Yaodong saw Lin Guangyuan's face grow sourer by the day. He had actually gotten angry and stubborn, and stopped talking to him.
Ye Yaodong remained perfectly unruffled and pretended not to notice, waiting to see how many days he could hold out.
By the evening of the fourth day, Lin Guangyuan was no longer wearing a sour face. Instead, he clung to his arm, wailing, "Little Maternal Uncle, I'm my aunt's own nephew! You're charging me just to eat a meal? There's no justice... ah... wait, that's not right..."
Lin Guangyuan's tearless wailing stopped instantly, and he quickly straightened up again. "I've been working outside and haven't been eating your food! Why should I still earn money to pay you for meals?"
"Haven't you been staying at my place? Didn't you eat breakfast? Didn't you eat dinner?"
"I quit. I'm going home tomorrow," Lin Guangyuan said indignantly.
Ye Yaodong put an arm around his shoulders and sat him down. "Giving up already? Just a couple of days ago, you were thumping your chest and promising me you'd earn ten yuan."
"But you can't cheat me either! The food was so good the first day, and on the second day it was nothing but Guangbing and water. Who could stand that