Cen Mohan arranged the bowls and chopsticks. After Su Qiao's Father and Su Mother sat down, he said politely, "Uncle, Auntie, I've only just started learning to cook Chinese food, so it may not turn out very well. Please forgive me."
Since he was being so polite and courteous, Su Qiao's Father couldn't keep a stern face.
"Ahem, it's fine. You can learn slowly if you don't know how. Just like me—I couldn't cook a thing when I first started, but can't you see? Now I can make a whole tableful of dishes."
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can come ask me. I've been cooking for my wife and daughter since Nannan was very young, so I know their tastes best."
Cen Mohan smiled and nodded slightly. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle."
Su Qiao tugged at him and had him sit down.
The more courteous Cen Mohan was, the more embarrassed Su Qiao's Father felt. He hurriedly said, "It's no trouble, no trouble. As long as you're willing to learn, I'll teach you everything I know."
"I heard you run a company and do business?"
Cen Mohan smiled and nodded, saying modestly, "Yes, I just do a little business."
"I do business too. As it happens, we can have a good exchange later." Su Qiao's Father had two great interests in life: cooking, and doing business.
Although his own business wasn't very large, he had handled quite a few businesses of various sizes.
"I've only been involved in business for a few years. I should be the one asking you for advice, Uncle."
"Advice is too strong a word, but I've been doing business for many years, so I do have some experience." Though Su Qiao's Father was modest with his words, a trace of pride