Reborn as a Tough Army Wife

To be honest, it’s because she didn’t want to fuss too much that she didn’t argue about money with Luo Zhiming and the others. If she really had to fuss, the money for supporting the elderly should also be shared equally.

Speaking of which, Luo Zhiyong in the army usually gives the elderly some extra money when he comes home.

But thinking about these things is useless, might as well not mention them.

Then, she saw it was getting late, and just then a car was passing by to Uncle Zeng’s factory, so she called Luo Honglan and got on the car.

Zeng Weiguo’s factory was much bigger than Fang Pingying had imagined.

Making pastries was just one small workshop; there were many other small workshops. At this time, the scale was not small, no wonder Xiao Juzi said he had counters in many department stores in the provincial city.

Moreover, the workshop’s various systems were very strictly set up because it involved food, so disinfection and hygiene were very particular.

The workers in the factory had to change clothes, wear masks, disinfect their whole bodies, and even hand washing had regulations.

Additionally, several pastry recipes Fang Pingying provided had already been turned into products, each individually sealed and very beautifully packaged with a long shelf life.

Take jujube flower cake for example, about ten pieces per pound, each wrapped in special plastic paper and vacuum-sealed, which was reassuring to see and a different class compared to how Fang Pingying used to sell them by the pound.

This made Fang Pingying feel that what she used to do was really just a scattered small workshop. To put it harshly, she had nothing, like a black workshop; to really do it big, it must be regulated like this.

Zeng Weiguo took them around the factory and then led them to his office.