Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaoquan quickly stepped in to block Lin Junfu's way.
No way, how could a healthy young man like him shamelessly bother Aunt Zhao, who's over fifty, to cook and heat up food for him so late at night?
If word got out, he'd surely be labeled as "lazy and greedy."
However, considering Lin Junfu's good intentions, Tang Xiaoquan carefully chose his words and politely declined, saying, "Haha, no need, Lin Guan. I've slept most of the day, and I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Cooking a meal can help invigorate me."
Lin Junfu couldn't help but smile, understanding the young man's real thoughts. Amused, he also silently applauded Tang Xiaoquan's respectful attitude towards the elderly.
"Alright! You should know where the kitchen is, right? It's next to where you guys bathed today. As for what you want to eat, you can go find Little Wei; she's in charge of inventory for the whole factory."
