"Mother, you always ask me to look at the ledger, look at the ledger, do you know that I don't want to look at it at all? I just like cooking!"
Cheng Haoxuan didn't understand, even though he was only Madam Cheng's adopted son, not her biological child, she had pampered him since he was young, giving him whatever he wanted. But the one thing she insisted on was that he should be involved in business and not learn culinary skills.
Could it be that in Madam Cheng's eyes, only taking over Red Smoke Pavilion and engaging in business was the proper thing to do, and learning culinary skills was not?
Seeing Cheng Haoxuan's eyes filled with both questioning and pleading, Madam Cheng closed her eyes, feeling a slight reluctance in her heart, but she still firmly said, "No matter what you say, I won't agree to you learning culinary arts. Let that thought die!"
After uttering those words, Madam Cheng turned and left the room, no longer sparing him another glance.
