"Fellow villagers, this bottle of chili sauce is for you to try; thank you for all your hard work," Ji Ying said as she led Li Jianbin's neighbors around the factory, handing each person a bottle of chili sauce.
These neighbors had spoken up for them at Li Jianbin's house and had been outspoken and righteous at the hospital; Ji Ying was very grateful to them.
The Health Bureau officials had now cleared their factory situation, and their Chili Sauce Factory could officially start work tomorrow.
"How can we accept this?"
"Yeah, we didn't do much."
There were seven or eight people there, and after visiting the factory, they all shared the same thought as the visitors from South City and Xu Yong: if this chili sauce isn't clean, then there's no such thing as clean chili sauce.
The chili sauce was the fish variety, eight yuan a bottle; even with thick skins, they felt embarrassed to take it.
