Su Lanxin is a very self-disciplined person. Even though the catering company has more and more things to do in recent years, resulting in her sleep time being continuously compressed, she still maintains the habit of getting up at five o'clock every day.
After getting up early, Su Lanxin would wash up very quickly and efficiently. She never went for extravagant and elaborate makeup.
Most of the time, Su Lanxin appears in public with a little makeup on and an extremely capable image.
But this morning, when she looked in the dressing mirror, Su Lanxin discovered her gray hair and the increasing number of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.
The emergence of all these is a warning, telling Su Lanxin that she is no longer young.
But in the face of all this, Su Lanxin was not sad, nor did she go crazy. She pulled out her white hair, quickly fixed her makeup, washed up, changed her clothes, and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.
In the lobby of the hotel suite, the secretary had already sorted out the documents that needed to be processed, and the hotel had already delivered breakfast and placed it on the table.
What surprised Su Lanxin was that her son Su Liancheng got up very early and was standing in front of the dining table waiting for her.
Without speaking first, Su Lanxin sat down at the dining table, picked up the prepared tea, took a sip of the warm scented tea first, then glanced at the breakfast on the table, and then spoke to her son.
"What? Do you have anything to do today? Why are you up so early?"
Su Liancheng did not sit down. He said to his mother very humbly, "Mom, I completed the acquisition of Fujinglou yesterday. I also dismissed all the chefs in Fujinglou. I have contacted the company's chef team and asked them to send someone to take over the kitchen of Fujinglou."
After listening to her son's words, Su Lanxin raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at her son, her eyes revealing a hint of surprise and a little bit of relief.
"Yes, you were decisive this time. You have learned from your previous lessons. You must remember that if something does not meet the standards, it does not meet the standards. You cannot show any mercy. You must be decisive like this."
Then, Su Lanxin pointed to the chair at the dining table and asked her son Su Liancheng to sit down and have breakfast.
During the meal, Su Liancheng did not speak again. Instead, his secretary stayed beside Su Lanxin, reporting to her about various matters in the company.
This has actually become Su Lanxin's normal breakfast. Although she knows that it is bad for her health, Su Lanxin still insists on doing it stubbornly.
The secretary had almost finished explaining the situation, and Su Lanxin had almost finished her breakfast.
Wiping the corners of her mouth elegantly with a napkin, Su Lanxin suddenly asked her son who was still eating, "I heard that you went to your uncle's house yesterday? Did you try your cousin's husband's cooking? How did you feel?"
Hearing his mother's question, Su Liancheng's hands shook unconsciously and he almost knocked over the bowl of soup in front of him.
After hesitating for a moment, Su Liancheng quickly stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I acted on my own initiative. I just wanted to learn more about Feng Yifan."
Su Lanxin had no expression on her face, not a trace of anger, but continued to ask: "So what did you find out?"
Su Liancheng did not dare to hide the truth from his mother and answered directly: "I ate his fried rice and Yi Fu noodles. I think his cooking skills are very good. Both the fried rice and noodles are very authentic."
Su Lanxin then asked, "How does it compare to your father's cooking skills?"
This question caused the spoon in Su Liancheng's hand to slip, and it hit the soup bowl with a crisp "ding" sound.
Then Su Liancheng became nervous and even stood up subconsciously, standing beside the dining table with his head lowered and his ears submissive, not daring to face his mother again.
Su Lanxin raised her head and glanced at her awkward son. Although she had gone through years, her face was still pretty, and a smile appeared on her face.
"What's wrong? Are you so scared? I don't think I said anything. I just want to hear if you can compare other people's cooking skills with your father's in a fair way. You don't have to be so nervous, right?"
Su Liancheng looked up and saw the warm smile on his mother's face, a smile he rarely saw on his mother's face.
Seeing it now, although Su Liancheng felt a little surprised, he also felt a lot more relieved.
After adjusting his mood, Su Liancheng said truthfully: "His fried rice and Yi Fu noodles are more authentic. Whether it is the broken gold fried rice or the gold wrapped silver, the cooking time is very well controlled. The Yi Fu noodles are also very well proportioned. It really tastes like the noodles are more delicious than the soup."
Su Lanxin nodded: "So in your opinion, even if your father comes, he may not be a match?"
Su Liancheng continued, "I dare not say that because I have never tasted his dishes. Besides, my father has absorbed the characteristics of Eastern and Western cuisines and created some new dishes by integrating them. Maybe Feng Yifan may not be his rival."
Su Lanxin fell silent, and seemed to be carefully considering how to deal with her brother's son-in-law.
Su Liancheng saw his mother was silent, so he also fell silent, standing there thinking about countermeasures. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Mom, can we try to contact Feng Yifan?"
Su Lanxin looked at her son and asked calmly, "You mean, go and bribe Feng Yifan directly?"
Without waiting for her son to reply, Su Lanxin continued to ask: "What do you think the chances of success are?"
This sentence really stumped Su Liancheng. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that there didn't seem to be much chance of success.
Su Lanxin saw that her son's chances of success were very low, so she said directly: "Even you said that Feng Yifan's fried rice and Yifu noodles are better than your father's. With such cooking skills, he is willing to stay in a small restaurant like Su Ji to serve his father-in-law who had a stroke. Can he be easily bribed?"
Su Liancheng had actually thought of this, and now that his mother had pointed it out to him, he pretended to be enlightened and said, "Mom, I oversimplified the matter."
Su Lanxin seemed to be in a very good mood today. She did not blame her son. She put down the napkin in her hand and sat there calmly and elegantly.
"In fact, you may not know that the people who won the vegetable supply order for our chain restaurant are Feng Yifan's parents, so there is no point in contacting him. If you want to get the old plaque of Su Ji, you can only beat Feng Yifan in cooking skills."
Su Liancheng thought for a moment and said, "Mom, don't we have the project of renovating the old street?"
Su Lanxin shook her head helplessly and said, "The old street reconstruction project and the plan for the reconstructed food court have not yet been finalized, but it seems that it may not be possible for our group to fully move into the reconstructed food court."
Without waiting for her son to speak, Su Lanxin continued, "Besides, even if our group completely moves into the food court, we still can't get the old plaque of Su Ji."
Hearing his mother repeatedly mentioning the old plaque, Su Liancheng was actually very puzzled. Why was his mother so obsessed with the old plaque
Even though the old plaque carries the glory of several generations of Su Ji, nowadays everyone emphasizes international integration. Even a big restaurant like Fujinglou can be acquired. What can the old plaque of a small restaurant like Su Ji represent
However, Su Liancheng did not dare to ask directly because he was confused and puzzled, because he knew that the old plaque was not only wanted by his mother, but also by his father.
So Su Liancheng could only ask: "Mom, should we notify Dad to come back and prepare?"
Su Lanxin said coldly: "Notify him to return home to prepare? Is it necessary? If he can't even beat a junior, he might as well give the position of executive chef of the group to Feng Yifan."
Su Liancheng could only respond timidly, but he made up his mind to go and find out more for his father.
But at this moment, Su Lanxin suddenly asked again: "Does Su Ji have take-out service?"
Su Liancheng was stunned when he heard this.
The secretary answered first: "Yes."
Su Lanxin nodded and said, "For dinner tonight, let's order Su Ji. Stir-fried shrimp, lion's head, and Wensi tofu. Let them provide a vegetarian stir-fry."
The secretary quickly wrote it down carefully, and also carefully asked about the time when Su Lanxin asked the other party to send it over. Everything was recorded in great detail.
At this moment, Su Liancheng was a little confused about his mother. He didn't understand why his mother suddenly wanted to try Su Ji's food
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