Cen Mohan set the table and after Su's father and mother sat down, he said politely, "Uncle and aunt, I have just started learning how to cook Chinese food, so I may not be very good at it, please forgive me."
The other person was so polite and courteous, it was difficult for Mr. Su to show any disapproval.
"Ahem, it's okay. If you don't know how to do it, just learn it slowly. Like me, I couldn't do anything at the beginning, but now I can cook a table full of dishes, right?"
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me. I've been cooking for them since they were young, and I'm most familiar with their tastes."
Cen Mohan smiled and nodded slightly: "Then I'll trouble you, uncle."
Su Qiao pulled him and asked him to sit down and talk.
The more polite Cen Mohan was, the more embarrassed Father Su felt, and he quickly said, "It's no trouble, no trouble. As long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you everything I know."
"I heard that you run a business?"
Cen Mohan smiled and nodded, and said modestly: "Yes, I did a little business."
"I'm also a businessman. It just so happens that we can have a good chat later." Dad Su was most interested in two things in his life. One was cooking, and the other was doing business.
Although his business is not very big, he has done quite a few businesses, big and small.
"I have only been in business for a few years. I should ask my uncle for advice."
"It's not like I'm asking for advice, but I've been doing business for so many years, so I do have some experience." Although Father Su spoke modestly, there was a hint of pride on his face.
"Let's eat first. The food won't taste good if it gets cold." Su Qiao quickly stopped the two from being polite to each other.
When Mother Su saw that her husband was starting to drift off again, she nodded quickly, "Yes, let's eat first, and then we can talk slowly. He lives next door anyway, so it's okay for him to go back later."
Although it was our first meeting, the atmosphere was very good after the meal.
After dinner, Cen Mohan made tea and started chatting with Su's father at the small round table by the window.
Su Qiao and Su's mother went into the master bedroom to help them pack their luggage.
"What? Xingyu Group?"
Father Su suddenly let out a strange cry.
Su Qiao and her mother were so frightened that they stuck their heads out of the room.
Father Su looked at his daughter with a strange expression: "Nannan, is this the Xingyu Group that Dad is thinking of?"
"No doubt."
The three words "Su Qiao" shattered the fantasy in his heart.
Dad Su finally realized that he had made a big joke during the previous meal.
He coughed twice with some embarrassment: "Ahem, your business... is quite big."
"Generally, this is a family business, passed down by our ancestors. I don't have much credit. The businesses I invested in are all small businesses."
Cen Mohan is quite humble.
Dad Su suddenly felt much more at ease.
"Isn't there a saying that it's hard to build an empire, but even harder to keep it? You've done a great job developing the family business, which is already amazing."
After thinking for a while, Father Su hesitated to speak: "Well... Uncle speaks directly, there are a few words, if you think that... "
Here it comes.
Cen Mohan began to feel inexplicably nervous.
However, since he never showed much expression, it was hard to tell.
"Uncle, please speak frankly. I am also a straightforward person, especially to my family members. I never beat around the bush."
After hearing this, Father Su felt comforted unconsciously.
"Okay, then uncle will tell you. Please forgive me if I don't tell you well."
"I believe you have a general understanding of our family's situation. Our conditions are pretty good in our rural area, but compared to yours, there is a world of difference. This is the truth."