"Lin, the hot water you asked me to boil is ready. Do you want me to bring it up?" Aunt Zhao asked with the distinctive rural accent of a farm woman, waiting for Lin Junfu's reply with a simple expression.
First, he gave a warm smile. Honestly, in the past month, if Dazhuang was Lin Junfu's left arm, then Aunt Zhao was undoubtedly his right arm.
It could be said that many of the small matters within the factory were handled by this woman in her fifties, especially communication with the women. Without Aunt Zhao's assistance, it would have been tough for the tough Lin Junfu to communicate with these uneducated village women.
"Haha, Aunt Zhao, thank you for your hard work. Well~" After thanking Aunt Zhao, Lin Junfu immediately turned his gaze to the people in front of him.
