"Consider yourself informed, kid! I'll let you rest for an extra minute!" Uncle Liu smirked, clearly enjoying the flattery from Xiaobao.
Just like that, the two quickly began to take turns.
Xiaobao had poor stamina and did less work, while Uncle Liu had great skill and did most of the tasks.
Before they knew it, the morning had passed. The bag of fish bait Xiaobao rested on now bore the marks of his backside.
At 11:30 a.m., the machines on this side of the production workshop stopped on time, and Xiaobao let out a sigh of relief, plopping down on the bag of fish bait, not even wanting to lift his head.
"Time's up, let's go eat! If we're late, those bastards will finish all the meat dishes!" Uncle Liu took off his work sack, casually brushed off the dust from his work clothes, and after ensuring there were no issues with the conveyor motor switch not far away, swaggered off to eat.
From start to finish, Uncle Liu didn't lend Xiaobao a hand, he just called him to eat.
