Chapter 287: Chapter 287: The Imbalance of Gender Ratio
Jiang Changhai listened and said, “Then we’ll eat here every day. From now on, my dear, you should co to the canteen for lunch every day after which either rest in the dorm or chat with the other wives. It’s a pity our living conditions in the dorm are so poor, otherwise we three could move in and have all three als in the canteen.”
“Right, Brother Hai, let’s hurry up and eat. After eating, you can show the dorm,” Su Wanyu rembered another important reason for her visit.
“Sure, I can also give you a tour around our factory,” Jiang Changhai nodded enthusiastically.
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anwhile, at the commune primary school, Jiang Mianmian was also having her al in the teachers’ office, enjoying the white rice and at specially prepared for her by the canteen chef.
Seeing Jiang Mianmian’s lips greasy, ng Weidong joked with a smile, “Jiang Mianmian, your dad really spoils you. I see you’ve never missed having at in your als at school.”
“Yes! My dad is really good to . He would rather eat less himself to make sure I eat well. He is now working at the transport factory and doesn’t have ti to send stuff over, so he specifically sent the at and rice to Uncle Zheng’s place yesterday to deliver it to the head chef at the canteen,” Jiang Mianmian said with a blissful face.
Her dad really pampered her dearly.
“Your dad loves you so much, you must study hard and repay your parents’ hard work,” ng Weidong started preaching about studying again.
It seems that all teachers share this trait; no matter what they talk about, they can always bring it back to studying hard.
Jiang Mianmian nodded obediently, “I know, Teacher ng, I will study hard.”
And Zhaodi, carrying her food, looked around the canteen but couldn’t find Jiang Mianmian, so she ended up eating with five other girls from her class.
Including her, the six girls made up all the female students in the second grade, class two; the rest were boys, much like the other classes.
This imbalance in gender ratio at the school was a stark indication that most families favored boys over girls.
Zhaodi pursed her lips, tossed these frustratingly sad yet unchangeable thoughts from her mind, and focused on eating her al.
The food in the canteen was much better than what she got at ho, with at least so oil in the dishes and dry rice.
At the commune primary school, students used food and vegetable tickets to get their als from the canteen, which served coarse staple food and two plain vegetable dishes every al, plus one large tub of free vegetable broth.
At the end of the term, the school would deduct the grains directly at the commune depending on the number of food and vegetable tickets each student had used.
Of course, students from well-off families could also have special als made if they brought at and rice from ho.
They could also bring their own als from ho, and the canteen would heat it up for free.
“Jiang Zhaodi, are you done eating? We are going to wash the dishes,” a girl who was eating with Zhaodi stood up and asked after finishing her al.
“I’m done, just give a mont.”
Zhaodi drank her last spoonful of soup and stood up to join them.
She wanted to run for class president next term, so she needed to build good relationships with her classmates.
“Jiang Mianmian’s sister, have you just finished eating too?”
As she washed the dishes, Jiang Zhaodi heard this and felt like they were calling her; she turned around and saw so of Jiang Mianmian’s classmates.
“Yes, you’ve finished eating too?” Zhaodi greeted them politely.
“Yeah, we are heading back to class now. Do you want to walk with us?” Because of Jiang Mianmian, the fifth-grade girls were very friendly and warm towards Zhaodi.
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