Zhu Yun laughed and chimed in, "You know me so well, Sister-in-law. I'm just from the countryside and only know a few dishes. Over the past few months, I've pretty much exhausted my entire repertoire."
"If I don't work hard at home developing new dishes, how can I justify the high hopes the leaders have for me?"
"That's why I applied for a refrigerator. Ladies, don't be fooled by its size. There's only so much it can hold, so it's really not practical for me to share it with everyone."
"How about this? You all get your money ready and sign up with me, and I'll ask the Director later if he can pull some strings to get a few more refrigerators."
When the crowd heard they'd have to pay for it themselves, they all pursed their lips. Someone even muttered, just loud enough for others to hear, "If you don't want to share, just say so. Don't use the Director as an excuse. She must have money to burn, showing off like this..."
