In the area where Zhao Jun's family lived, Yong'an Forest Farm was the largest. The dozen or so other forest farms of varying sizes were all managed by the Forestry Bureau.
Whenever leaders from the other forest farms visited Yong'an, the staff there would always play the gracious host.
Over the years, Zhao Youcai had seen his fair share of leaders. He knew them, but they didn't know him. Still, just by overhearing a few snippets of their conversations, Zhao Youcai could learn a great deal.
Zhao Youcai remembered that last year, a leader from Duck Frame Forest Farm had come by, bringing four bottles of Wuliangye and ten cans of Jianlibao for Yong'an Forest Farm's Secretary Zhang and Zhou Chunming.
Because the sweet and sour pork Zhao Youcai made was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and perfectly balanced, that leader had insisted on pouring him a glass of Jianlibao.
Zhao Youcai took one sip and thought it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
