Zhang Baoxiang looked at the lunchbox. "Aren't you going to get food?"
Du Yuefang nodded. "A patient's meal doesn't need two lunchboxes."
The patient meals at the Agricultural Reclamation Group were made of pure white flour noodles in soup, plus a poached egg. Everyone in the Group knew about this. However, such patient meals were not provided to just anyone who fell ill; they were reserved for those who became sick due to work-related reasons.
Each day, a dedicated person at the headquarters would be responsible for this, and the personnel list would be sent to the canteen daily. The canteen would distribute meals according to the list.
Zhang Baoxiang was somewhat displeased. "What's wrong with you, child? Don't you know I need to eat too?"
Du Yuefang's face turned cold. "The Group tasked me with taking care of Ye Wenjuan, but they didn't say I had to take care of her family members as well."
