"...Can it be done?"
Song Tan was somewhat hesitant: after all, it's a remote and poor area, and she was afraid people wouldn't stick around for long. Constantly changing staff would be a real hassle.
"Why not?"
Wang Xiaoshun said, "Didn't my master tell Boss Song this morning?"
He looked towards Seventh Uncle, who nodded and said, "Tantan, Old Qian's disciple, you can rest assured about him."
Wang Xiaoshun quickly explained: "Boss Song, my senior fellow apprentice plans to work here long-term. Please don't mind—he just had thyroid surgery at the beginning of last month and is still recuperating. He doesn't want to work at a restaurant anymore."
"My master brought me here because he heard from Boss Song that this was a good place specially found for him! See, we've made the right move, haven't we?"
"Just be assured, my senior brother isn't just good at cooking, he's also great at managing the kitchen. He has money, so he definitely won't tamper with the kitchen's stuff!"
