There's so much to talk about when old classmates meet.
The two exchanged updates on classmates they knew and asked each other about their current work conditions and pay.
Li Linfeng sighed, "You guys who got assigned internships by the school really got lucky! Quite a few from later batches have switched careers, and some who tried their hand at small food businesses didn't make any money."
"Last year, the school allocated 150 internships; this year it's cut down to 70."
In Fu Yu's year, the Qianlima Restaurant had twelve internship slots. Later, some quit, some were let go by the restaurant, and in the end, only Fu Yu remained.
This year they hired only four graduates from the culinary school.
It seems not only Qianlima but other places also have enough staff.
Fu Yu nodded, "Yeah, we're pretty fortunate."
Seeing the topic getting a bit heavy, Li Linfeng suddenly asked, "Hey! Do you remember Zhao Bingbing?"
