The factory manager laughed angrily, "Don't you know why you left the textile factory's cafeteria yourself? What's this? Couldn't fool the adults, so now you're trying to fool the kids? All the children here are employees' kids, and today's matter has already spread. Even if I let you continue, the workers won't agree!
I've long told you that one must strive to improve and learn new skills. You never listened a bit. Your cooking has been awful for ten years, yet you still think others are bullying you! It's simply hopeless!"
The workshop director signaled a few workers beside him to drag Zhou Meifeng away.
Dragged and pulled away, Zhou Meifeng kept cursing all the way, making quite an ugly scene.
The factory manager and workshop director's faces were as dark as the bottom of a pot.
With Zhou Meifeng gone, the factory manager turned to Ye Wenwen with an apologetic face, "Teacher Ye, I didn't expect Zhou Meifeng to be so clueless. It's unfortunate that you had to suffer today.
