"Qingyang, you're already nineteen years old," Tang Yue reminded him.
Lian Qingyang chuckled and said, "Sister Xiao Yue, all I need to do is focus on my games; I don't like all that convoluted stuff."
Tang Yue was silent. Who asked you to get involved in complicated matters?
However, seeing Lian Qingyang's clear and earnest eyes, Tang Yue held her tongue. After all, Lian Qingyang was not the sharp businessman type, and he wouldn't understand the cunning involved in business even if he was involved in it.
'Knock'
The sound of knocking on the door rose, and Lian Qingyang courteously invited the person in.
Cao Baoshan was a northerner with thick eyebrows and big eyes, stout and tall.
Once everyone was seated, they ordered some dishes, and while waiting for the food, Cao Baoshan got straight to the point, "Miss Tang, Mr. Lian, to be honest, many people want to hire me as their head chef."
Our salary offer is high.
