After sending off Widow Zhao, Lin Nianhe drove to the textile factory.
Factory Director Ji saw Lin Nianhe's car from the office, but after waiting for a while, she still hadn't come upstairs.
Unable to contain his curiosity, he went out and asked the secretary, "Where's Miss Lin? Did she get lost?"
The secretary glanced out the window and replied, "Comrade Xiao Lin, well, I saw her chatting with Uncle Zhang the gatekeeper ten minutes ago. Not sure where she went now."
Factory Director Ji: "..."
Judging by the distance, she should be at the cafeteria by now.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, Lin Nianhe arrived holding a bowl of delicious-looking fried meatballs: "Uncle Ji, Aunt Qian's cooking is getting better and better."
The meatballs were round and cute, fried to a golden brown with a sprinkle of chili powder on top.
Factory Director Ji eyed the bowl in her hand skeptically, remaining silent.
