Mother Zhao heard these words and felt her tinge of guilt disappear instantly, after all, food was now a critical asset, and many rural people couldn't even fill their stomachs.
People who were conscious usually ate their meals before visiting relatives, but she had come without even having breakfast, feeling as if she were freeloading.
Looking at Mrs. Xu, Mother Zhao became completely convinced of what her daughter had said—the change was indeed significant.
The breakfast at the Xu family's home struck Mother Zhao even more.
Big bowls of white rice porridge, several dishes of meat, better than what they had at her own home.
Right after breakfast, Mr. Zhao couldn't wait to find Xu Ying.
"Yingying, I heard that your food factory recently developed many new foods, including some fried items.
You see, your uncle works at the Meat Union Factory. If your food factory needs pork, just speak with him directly, and at that time, our factory will prioritize providing you the goods."
