Dad Han was very happy, too. Han Xuemei had recently come to his restaurant, and she was committed and diligent in helping out; he saw all of this.
In the past, he had been worried that no one would help him with the restaurant, but now with Han Xuemei around, he felt quite at ease.
At that moment, Han Xuemei, holding a cloth, wiped the countertop and said with a smile, "Uncle, it's almost evening, I'm going to check on how things are in the kitchen."
After she finished speaking, she walked toward the front, and Dad Han nodded and said, "Alright, alright, don't rush, take your time."
As Han Xuemei turned and left, a smug smile formed on her lips, and she couldn't help thinking.
Alright, this is just great, now that you trust me this much, I'll manage the restaurant well for you when the time comes!
Thinking this, she walked toward the kitchen. As long as Dad Han's health wasn't good, Lin Yi would definitely ask Dad Han to retire and then take over personally.
