Chapter 287: Chapter 287: The Imbalance of Gender Ratio

Jiang Changhai listened and said, “Then we’ll eat here every day. From now on, my dear, you should come to the canteen for lunch every day after which either rest in the dorm or chat with the other wives. It’s a pity our living conditions in the dorm are so poor, otherwise we three could move in and have all three meals in the canteen.”

“Right, Brother Hai, let’s hurry up and eat. After eating, you can show me the dorm,” Su Wanyu remembered another important reason for her visit.

“Sure, I can also give you a tour around our factory,” Jiang Changhai nodded enthusiastically.

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Meanwhile, at the commune primary school, Jiang Mianmian was also having her meal in the teachers’ office, enjoying the white rice and meat specially prepared for her by the canteen chef.

Seeing Jiang Mianmian’s lips greasy, Meng Weidong joked with a smile, “Jiang Mianmian, your dad really spoils you. I see you’ve never missed having meat in your meals at school.”

“Yes! My dad is really good to me. He would rather eat less himself to make sure I eat well. He is now working at the transport factory and doesn’t have time to send stuff over, so he specifically sent the meat and rice to Uncle Zheng’s place yesterday to deliver it to the head chef at the canteen,” Jiang Mianmian said with a blissful face.

Her dad really pampered her dearly.

“Your dad loves you so much, you must study hard and repay your parents’ hard work,” Meng Weidong started preaching about studying again.

It seems that all teachers share this trait; no matter what they talk about, they can always bring it back to studying hard.

Jiang Mianmian nodded obediently, “I know, Teacher Meng, I will study hard.”

And Zhaodi, carrying her food, looked around the canteen but couldn’t find Jiang Mianmian, so she ended up eating with five other girls from her class.

Including her, the six girls made up all the female students in the second grade, class two; the rest were boys, much like the other classes.

This imbalance in gender ratio at the school was a stark indication that most families favored boys over girls.

Zhaodi pursed her lips, tossed these frustratingly sad yet unchangeable thoughts from her mind, and focused on eating her meal.

The food in the canteen was much better than what she got at home, with at least some oil in the dishes and dry rice.

At the commune primary school, students used food and vegetable tickets to get their meals from the canteen, which served coarse staple food and two plain vegetable dishes every meal, plus one large tub of free vegetable broth.

At the end of the term, the school would deduct the grains directly at the commune depending on the number of food and vegetable tickets each student had used.

Of course, students from well-off families could also have special meals made if they brought meat and rice from home.

They could also bring their own meals from home, and the canteen would heat it up for free.

“Jiang Zhaodi, are you done eating? We are going to wash the dishes,” a girl who was eating with Zhaodi stood up and asked after finishing her meal.

“I’m done, just give me a moment.”

Zhaodi drank her last spoonful of soup and stood up to join them.

She wanted to run for class president next term, so she needed to build good relationships with her classmates.

“Jiang Mianmian’s sister, have you just finished eating too?”

As she washed the dishes, Jiang Zhaodi heard this and felt like they were calling her; she turned around and saw some of Jiang Mianmian’s classmates.

“Yes, you’ve finished eating too?” Zhaodi greeted them politely.

“Yeah, we are heading back to class now. Do you want to walk with us?” Because of Jiang Mianmian, the fifth-grade girls were very friendly and warm towards Zhaodi.