I Became a Vicious Supporting Role in the '70s

The noon sun had just passed when Shen Yutian rushed home, chatted with Shen Meng for a while, and quickly took his family to the workshop for lunch.

"There is a group of people waiting for my sister over there. I told them there was no rush, but no one listened to me. Both the village chief and the Secretary were standing there, asking people to call over, so we had to call."

"Hmm, no worries. Anyway, it’s mealtime now; I’m also hungry. The food is free anyway; let’s all go eat and even save on our own meal!"

Shen Yutian sighed. That free good meat and dishes couldn’t possibly taste that good. They said it was to treat his sister to a meal, but it was actually just to get her to work, hmph!

The food workshop had been revamped into the village’s large dining hall, but the Shenji dining hall was somewhat small, as most of the local population were refugees from before, incomparable to other villages.

Despite being small, the place was exceptionally clean, with the working women wearing uniforms and work caps. Those close to the stoves even wore cotton face masks, looking very professional.

In a nearby small room, there was a long table set with ten plates of food—a selection of fish, chicken, meat, and eggs, with a bottle of white liquor at the head of the table.

Village Chief Wu was very enthusiastic when he saw Shen Meng, and he and the Secretary together invited her to sit at the head seat.