Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: How about coming to work for me?

Content or discontent, much like the act of drinking water, one knows for oneself if it’s cold or warm. To say I’m content would be too phony, after all. Having served for decades, I’ve seen a stall smaller than Cheng Su’s little eatery grow into one of Qing City’s top restaurants. It’s like watching a child grow up and then, just because of one mistake, being dismissed, leaving it all behind.

How could I possibly be content?

Yet, if discontent, what can be done? Out of sight, out of mind. Ever since Old Liao left, I’ve predicted that this day would come; I just didn’t expect it to come so swiftly.

"I’ve worked for decades now, can’t I take a rest? You little brat, can’t you let your old man enjoy a bit of happiness?" Mr. Song gave Song Xiaojang a knock on the head.

Covering his head, Song Xiaojang winced and said, "Dad, there are outsiders here!"

Cheng Su smiled and said, "Mr. Song, I also think that the young man makes a good point. Such a mistake has too many loopholes, and I’m afraid you’ve really fallen into someone’s trap."

In my previous life, I’ve seen plenty of people and events where they turn their back on recognition for the sake of profit. I’ve even seen brothers turn against each other, so what’s an employer-employee relationship in comparison?

Flaws so apparent that anyone with eyes can see what happened, I’m afraid it truly was Liao Shifa pulling the bridge out from under you, intentionally designing a trap for his own benefit.

Mr. Song chuckled bitterly and said, "Whether it was a trap or not, what’s happened has happened, and there’s no need to argue about it anymore. At my age, I also can’t keep up with the work."

"It’s a bit of a pity though. Since the Song family’s ancestors were Imperial Chefs, you can’t let the skills end with you!" Cheng Su commented with a smile.

"Hear that? You better learn how to cook properly, young man," Mr. Song glared at Song Xiaojang and said, "I’m counting on you to support me in my old age."

"Understood!" Song Xiaojang resignedly hung his head.

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