"In a few days, they'll be back home." After comforting her, Zhang Guoqing asked with concern, "Did you only have a bun and a bowl of soup at work for lunch?"
Zhou Jiao glanced at him with amusement, thinking he was concerned, but couldn't help feeling underestimated. She had already changed her meal, hadn't she?
While driving, Zhang Guoqing kept an eye on his wife's expression and chuckled, "Let me guess... is it cabbage stewed with shredded meat again this time?"
The couple laughed together.
Speaking of the cafeteria's meat dishes, other than braised pork and stewed pork with preserved vegetables, whenever they stir-fry white radish or cook cabbage, you could barely see any traces of meat, just a few bits of oil.
The current meals were vastly different from when Zhou Jiao first started at the workplace. The elderly director in charge of logistics, who's still there, certainly wouldn't dare change anything recklessly now.
