With a relaxed smile on his face, Song Shaohua kept urging Qin Yushen to drink. Qin Yushen always knew his limits. After returning home, he would still have to clean up. If he got drunk, it would only cause trouble for Lin Xiaoxiao and Luo Qingming.
So he sipped it slowly.
After drinking too much, Song Shaohua said to the old man, "Your family of imperial chefs must pass on your skills from generation to generation. I think your grandson is quite talented."
"After completing my studies, I will not bury the glory of my ancestors."
"We regular customers will definitely come here often."
The old man hunched over and nodded hurriedly, "Mr. Song is right, I will definitely urge this boy to study."
The young man's lips were tightly pressed together, his head was down, and he didn't utter a word.
After leaving the private room and returning to the kitchen, the old man straightened up and said to his grandson, "The stir-fried eight kinds of vegetables have been selling well lately, and the customers all like it. You should focus on learning this dish these next few days."
The man looked up and uttered each word clearly, "I won't learn it, I'll never learn it in my entire life."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and angrily slapped him. "I think you've become too ambitious. If the ancestral craft is lost in my hands, how can I face my ancestors?"
"If you don't want me to die in front of you, you'd better study hard."
There was sadness in the man's eyes. "Grandpa, it's a new era now, why can't we just stand up straight and be decent human beings?"
"It's not that I don't want to learn, I just don't want to continue being a dog at the feet of the powerful."
A complex emotion flashed through the old man's mind. "Beijing is neither too big nor too small. You can pick up anyone on the street and they'll all call you 'Grandpa'."
“Your grandfather is a remnant of feudalism. If we don’t continue to serve the powerful and wealthy, what awaits us is labor reform, and our house and assets in Beijing will be confiscated. The glory of our ancestors will really be ruined in our hands.”
"Glory?" The man sneered. "The glory of being a slave?"
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