"Shen Baolan, you have the time to argue with me, you might as well go back and eat something good."
Shen Baolan stared at her blankly. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said, remember that, eat something good."
After finishing her sentence, Shen Mingzhu used work as an excuse to shoo her out.
Shen Baolan stood at the entrance of the food factory. She really wanted to go in and ask Shen Mingzhu for clarification, but the gatekeeper simply wouldn't let her in.
She had no choice but to go home first, as she still had to set up her stall.
During the idle moments at her stall, Shen Baolan couldn't help but mull over what Shen Mingzhu had said.
Telling her to eat something good—she didn't believe for a second that Shen Mingzhu had such good intentions.
There must be some other underlying reason.
Shen Baolan thought and thought, and despite giving herself a headache, she still couldn't figure it out and decided to ask the vendor next to her who was selling fried dough twists.