"Okay, I want to try." Jiang Le answered.
Shi Lingmeng suddenly reminded them: "Use a plate to catch your food, don't waste it. Take only as much as you can eat, even if you fail, don't waste it."
"I know, Sister Meng." Jiang Le was aware of this; Sister Meng had already reminded them last night about not wasting food.
The boss, hearing their conversation, looked much friendlier: "Young people who cherish food like you are rare," he said while handing over the pastries, "There used to be young people who came to our Food Village for the festival, and if they ate something they didn't like, they'd just toss it in the trash after having barely a bite. Isn't that wasteful? We don't welcome food wasters here; that young person was thrown out of the village."
Once again someone was thrown out for wasting food.
Everyone exchanged glances, taking note of this - no wasting food here under any circumstances.
Over here, Jiang Le had already started eating.
