Chen Ou was quite the character, possessed of an ability to bend or stand tall like no one else—otherwise, he never could have climbed his way up from the countryside to the position of a restaurant manager.
Su Wen relied on the matchless ancestral knowledge in his head; Chen Ou, on his shamelessness.
Realizing the situation was grim, he quickly straightened his clothes and approached Su Wen with a smile reminiscent of a cooked dog's head, "Su Wen, my fellow townsman, it's rare for you to visit, and it's an honour for our La Graviere, as well as a glory for me, a fellow villager. Our La Graviere has several famous dishes that go viral online. Now that you've come, you must try them and give us some feedback. Please, come in."
Chen Ou had just pulled a complete about-face.
There's a saying: you don't slap a smiling face. As long as Su Wen had a semblance of manners, surely he wouldn't blow up on the spot when flattered so profusely.
