Ling Zhengwei thought about how yesterday his daughter had brought Ye Qiu to the printing factory to see him. He felt somewhat moved yet embarrassed, at least in front of his coworkers. These colleagues had learned that his daughter was beautiful and attractive and was now a top student at Jinling Normal College, which made him proud.
What made him awkward and self-conscious was his divorce from his ex-wife, Zhou Xiaolan, and the fact that it was in the same factory, plus he's been doing the dirtiest, lowest income work there for years.
Ling Zhengwei sighed, but felt satisfied because he had such a daughter.
As usual, when he went to the cafeteria to have breakfast, Ling Zhengwei joined a few familiar colleagues from the same production department, found a seat, and sat down. He ordered millet porridge, fried dough sticks, and two steamed buns. For them, the workers doing heavy labor, if breakfast isn't filling, there's no energy to do the work, and now Ling Zhengwei was the same.
