After stepping out of the private room, Chen Mo excused himself to go to the bathroom.
"One, two, three..."
Eight thousand, a full eight thousand yuan!
The world of big bosses is truly hard for ordinary people to understand. Chen Mo accepted the money; it was earned through his labor, which made him feel at ease about taking it.
Upon leaving the bathroom, someone was waiting outside the door.
"Boss Xiao Chen?"
"Ah? Yes, thank you for your help in the kitchen earlier. Even though it was just a few simple words, it was very enlightening."
If it weren't for Hou Yao, Chen Mo might not have been able to make an almost perfect Mapo Tofu. He didn't say much, but every word was crucial. Chen Mo felt he had gained a deeper understanding of cooking, things he couldn't have learned on his own.
Hou Yao chuckled, "I'm glad you didn't find my nagging annoying."
"Of course not."
