Chapter Eleven: I Will Definitely Avenge This in the Future

After the cafeteria work settled into a smooth routine, Wei Yao began her regular back-and-forth trips between the three points. Fortunately, the distances were short, so whenever there was no work in the cafeteria, she could stroll over to the nursery to check on the children.

In the evenings, she would bring home leftovers from the cafeteria—some rice, unfinished cornbread, or a steamed bun or two—tucking them into her bag so no one would notice.

One day, the cafeteria somehow got hold of a whole pig. The pig’s blood and offal were all piled into buckets, and the cooks eagerly made various dishes with the pork, picking the bones clean.

Even the bare bones, stripped down to the marrow, were highly coveted. They simmered for hours, making stewed cabbage or radish dishes incredibly fragrant.

The cafeteria bustled with activity, and the factory workers were equally energized, knowing they’d be eating meat that day, so they worked all the harder.

The cooks were meticulous in their preparations, saving the pig’s head, fatback, trotters, and ears. Some ribs were left with a bit of meat on them as well.

Wei Yao glanced over and knew it was an instruction from Manager Feng. She saw it but chose to pretend she hadn’t.

The matter of the pork left her deep in thought.

The storage space held plenty of supplies, but live animals were scarce—only some seafood from the pond, which she wasn’t particularly fond of.

She considered going to the countryside to trade for chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, or sheep, though she wasn’t sure how feasible that would be.

At the end of her shift, there were still some leftovers in the large serving bowls: braised pork in sauce with broth, cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli, and bean sprout, tofu, and shredded pork soup.

“Let Auntie Guan have the leftovers. If you want any pig’s blood or bones, feel free to take them. There’s not much fatback left—it needs to be saved for the cafeteria—so that won’t be shared. The two master cooks worked hard today, so the pig’s ears and trotters are theirs to take home. Offal is tricky to handle; whoever wants it should figure out how to bring it back themselves,” Feng Hai said, eyeing the pig’s head, which had been carved into a round shape and looked uglier the longer he stared.

“Whoever wants this pig’s head must pay three yuan. I’ll hand the money over to accounting later.”

Wei Yao suddenly raised her hand. She had tasted the marinated meat from the storage space and knew she could make it even better. Three yuan for a whole big pig’s head was a bargain she couldn’t pass up.

“You want it?” Feng Hai asked.

“Yes, I want to marinate this pig’s head and bring it for everyone to try tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

After picking up the two children from the nursery, Wei Yao busied herself in the kitchen. She cleaned the pig’s head and placed it directly into the large pressure cooker in the storage space. She also cleaned the offal she’d brought back from the factory and put it in to marinate alongside.

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