Mr. Stone, the chairman of the Devon Corporation, was also Steven's father. Yet looking at the elderly man before him, Heath kept feeling that Steven must have been born when Mr. Stone was already getting on in years. Or had the Devon Corporation's many affairs left Mr. Stone looking considerably more haggard?
After all, Mr. Stone now looked like a man in his sixties. Still, he was quite hale and hearty, used no cane or anything of the sort, and had a very healthy complexion. A person's complexion really was a mysterious thing. Heath had always thought that all this talk of looking healthy was nonsense, but now he realized that people's complexions really did differ. You could tell at a glance whether someone was healthy or not.
"Hello, Mr. Stone. I'm the owner of this restaurant. Is there anything you'd like to eat?" Heath asked politely. His politeness had nothing to do with the man's status; it was solely because of his age. Respecting the elderly and caring for the young was still very necessary, and Heath considered himself a fairly moral person.
"Hahaha, my son told me he'd found a place here with incredibly delicious food, so he recommended that I come and try it. I wonder what sort of meal you could prepare for me, young sir?" Mr. Stone said with a chuckle. Heath paused, not having expected Steven to be the one who had recommended him. For some reason, it gave him the feeling that after serving the younger one, the older one had come along. Anyone who didn't know better might think this was some fantasy novel.
But for Steven, Heath had prepared Xidoufen and Youtiao based on his tastes. As for this Mr. Stone before him...
Heath discreetly glanced above Mr. Stone's head. He