Lu Haibo did not waste words with them anymore: "Three days ago, Director He asked me to deliver twenty pounds of fine flour, twenty pounds of cornmeal, some eggs, and a small piece of meat to the house. Sister Qiao, I just want to know, how did you manage to consume so much food in only three days?"
Moreover, when I delivered them, there was already some cornmeal at home. Director He said that he could indeed eat one egg each morning, but the two children might not necessarily be able to, Sister Qiao. I'm just here to ask, where did all that food go?"
Qiao Shuanzhu initially thought it was embarrassing enough for his wife to be dismissed, but now he really wanted to find a hole to hide in. No need to ask; he knew his wife must have taken the flour back to her own family.
When asked how he knew, it was naturally because he entered and saw the mother and son eating pure flour noodles. He glared fiercely at his wife: "Bai Cuilin."
