"Father and son together in the recruitment?"
Mr. Song and Song Xiaojang exchanged glances, then turned to look at Cheng Su.
Cheng Su said honestly, "Actually, I was thinking of recruiting you, Mr. Song. As for him, he came along with you. I was just afraid you'd look down on my little restaurant and refuse to come."
"Do you know how old I am this year?" Mr. Song asked.
Cheng Su revealed a smile. "I guess you're not over sixty, but even if you were seventy, if you could still do it, I think you would keep on cooking."
"Oh?"
"Mr. Song, the sense of regret in your eyes, along with your passion and love for cooking, it's all there in your gaze. I believe that someone who loves cooking, even on their last day of life, would struggle to stand up and make one more dish, right?" Cheng Su said sincerely.
