blenderwars Chapter 86: What exactly is the reason?
Chapter 86: What exactly is the reason?
On the old street's cobblestone path, several young men dressed in sharp suits and ties stood out from their surroundings.
Walking at the front was Assistant Xiao Zhao, who was holding his phone and repeatedly checking the location Su Chen had sent him.
"Old Wang, are you sure this is the place? President Su... no, Young Master Su is really here?" Xiao Zhao stopped and looked hesitantly at the unremarkable shop in front of him.
Old Wang pushed up his glasses, his brows furrowed deeply.
He even rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
He looked up at the unassuming wooden signboard—"Human Fireworks".
"The address is correct, the location is right here, and the store name is correct too." Old Wang lowered his voice, his tone full of absurdity.
"I still don't understand. When Young Master Su handed over the project to us yesterday, I was very moved and thought he was a hero."
Old Wang sighed and switched the briefcase he was carrying to the other hand.
"But what are you asking for? Isn't the position of general manager of any branch of the Su family better than this? Coming here... is he trying to experience the hardships of life?"
"Alright, let's go in and see for ourselves." The two subordinates who followed behind also came up, and everyone had a feeling that was hard to explain.
Some were curious, some were puzzled, and some came specifically to show their support.
When Su Chen left, he did indeed leave them a way out.
As the group pushed open the somewhat heavy wooden door, the first thing they smelled was an extremely rich aroma of beef brisket.
However, before they could find the source of the fragrance, their eyes were drawn to the densely packed, extremely childish rabbit drawings on the wall.
"Holy crap..." Xiao Zhao's eyes widened as he pointed at a crookedly drawn rabbit on the wall, frantically gnawing on a large radish. His mouth was agape, big enough to fit an egg.
"Old Wang, look over there...it's all rabbits. Aren't these all drawn by children?"
Young Master Su used to be someone who didn't even keep a cactus in the office, but after only one day of leaving, he's suddenly become so childlike?
Is this still the aloof and reserved CEO Su we know?
"Maybe the pressure is too much?" Old Wang pushed up his glasses, his expression turning strange.
"I've heard that when some people are extremely anxious, they develop a regressive mentality and develop a liking for childlike things."
It seems the pressure from the Su family on him is even more extreme than we imagined.
"Old Wang, don't scare me. Has President Su gone...crazy?" Xiao Zhao swallowed hard, his legs feeling a little weak.
A few people were standing at the door whispering when a series of hurried footsteps came from the kitchen.
"Sorry to keep you waiting! You two at table number three, your braised beef brisket with potatoes is here! Be careful, it's hot!"
Su Chen was wearing a gray hoodie with a tight black apron tied around her waist.
He carried a huge tray with several large bowls of steaming beef brisket on it, moving steadily between several square tables.
He gracefully sidestepped a diner who was about to get up.
He clearly looked like a waiter.
Xiao Zhao and the others froze on the spot.
In their memory, Su Chen always sat behind that huge marble desk, occasionally flipping through some valuable contracts.
But now, Su Chen's sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and several red marks from the tight straps could be faintly seen on her exposed arms.
Fine beads of sweat clung to the tip of his nose as he gave a slight bow to a loud, boisterous diner.
"Boss! Add water! We're out of water!" a dark-skinned man wearing a tank top shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Coming, coming!" Su Chen responded clearly, deftly picking up the large copper kettle beside him.
"Tsk, there's an empty plate over there, can't you clear it away? Can't you see how crowded this place is?" another diner urged impatiently.
"Okay, I'll be right there, please wait a moment." Su Chen poured water into a cup while skillfully using his free left hand to scoop up a greasy porcelain plate.
Xiao Zhao felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously took a step back, as if afraid that Su Chen would see him.
"Old Wang, did you see that...?" Xiao Zhao whispered, his voice filled with horror.
"President Su was pouring water for people, and he was clearing away the dishes for those...those people who were covered in sweat."
That person was even ordering him around!
For a split second just now, all I could picture was Grandpa Su seeing this scene, flying into a rage and tearing the roof off.
"I feel like I'm going crazy too." Old Wang wiped away a bead of cold sweat.
"Young Master Su isn't angry? If it were me, and someone dared to talk to me like that, I would have dumped the kettle on their head."
Look at Young Master Su, he's still smiling? That smile... it doesn't look fake at all.
Seeing that Su Chen was extremely busy, the group didn't dare to go up and greet him. Instead, they followed the flow of people and somewhat awkwardly moved to the cashier.
Su Chen was busy serving dishes to the table in the middle and didn't notice the familiar faces coming in through the door.
Su Chen was busy serving dishes to the table in the middle, and with his back to them, he didn't notice the familiar faces coming in through the door.
"Welcome! Would you like some braised beef brisket with potatoes?"
A childish voice drew the attention of several grown men away from Su Chen.
Mengmeng was sitting on a high stool behind the cashier, and because she wasn't tall enough, she was trying her best to straighten her back.
She held a pink barcode scanner in her hand, her small hands struggling to grasp a freshly printed receipt.
Today she was wearing that ginger-yellow cloak, her hair was tied into two cute buns, and she was tilting her head, looking at Xiao Zhao with a serious expression.
"Hello, sister... no, hello, brother." Mengmeng realized she had misspoke, playfully stuck out her tongue, revealing two adorable little tiger teeth.
"Would you like braised beef brisket with potatoes today? It's 58 yuan a serving, and each person can only order one serving. You can't buy extra for others; that's Dad's rule."
Xiao Zhao and the others were stunned; their tense nerves were melted by this sudden cuteness.
"Oh, right... four copies." Xiao Zhao took out his phone somewhat blankly and scanned the QR code in Mengmeng's hand.
"Ding—WeChat account received, 232 yuan."
Upon hearing the sound, Mengmeng skillfully tore off four linked receipts and then pulled out four wooden tags with numbers written on them from under the counter, handing them to Xiao Zhao.
Although her movements were slow, they were very methodical, and her tone was endearingly serious.
"Here are your number plates. Please take your seats in that corner over there."
The meat is running around in the pot; it'll be in your bowls soon.
Don't rush, or the meat won't taste good.
"Thank you... thank you, little housekeeper." Xiao Zhao took the number plate, his palms even sweating, his expression still dazed.
The group of people, heads bowed, looked like thieves who had done something wrong, and found an empty seat in the corner to sit down.
From this angle, you can see the full picture of Su Chen's busy work.
"Old Wang, have you noticed? President Su's movements... look quite practiced."
A subordinate lowered his voice, but his eyes remained fixed on Su Chen.
"He wiped the table very quickly just now."
Is this really our CEO, Mr. Su, who even calls his secretary when the printer runs out of paper?
Old Wang didn't say anything; he just stared intently at Su Chen's hand.
Su Chen was passing by their table without noticing them. He was focused on cleaning up the mess left by an elderly man at the next table.
He moved quickly, clearing away plates, wiping tables, and pushing chairs—the whole sequence of actions was fluid and seamless.
During the incident, several diners pointed and gestured at him, and someone even accidentally spilled soup on his sleeve. Su Chen simply said politely, "Sorry, let me get you another tissue," and then quickly dealt with the situation.
For some reason, Lao Wang felt that the faint, aloof aura emanating from Su Chen had disappeared.
Instead, it has become extremely grounded and down-to-earth.
He has completely shed the shell of "the second young master of the Su family" and become an extremely resilient seed, even carrying the fragrance of soil, growing wildly in this noisy little shop.
Just then, Uncle Wang, who was sitting in the middle of the shop, put down the bowl he had licked clean and let out that loud, strange cry:
"Boss Chen! It's a good thing you only allow one meal per person per day, otherwise I might have to come here for three meals a day, and my wallet couldn't take it!"
This beef brisket is going to be the death of this old man!
A burst of hearty laughter erupted in the store.
"Uncle Wang, you'd better sew your wallet tighter then, Boss Chen might have some new tricks up his sleeve tomorrow!"
The extremely harmonious banter and warm atmosphere between the host and guests was very friendly, completely unlike the cold, calculating atmosphere of an office building.
Su Chen also burst into laughter.
He held the tray, his shoulders shaking with laughter, revealing a row of neat, white teeth.
The smile was almost dazzling in the sunlight.
Looking at Su Chen's smile, Xiao Zhao felt extremely curious, yet also uneasy.
The feeling is hard to describe; it's like seeing a dusty pearl suddenly fall into the mud, but discovering that the pearl in the mud is brighter than it was in the jewelry box.
"Old Wang, I don't understand." Xiao Zhao scratched his head, his tone somewhat frustrated, even a little confused.
"Look here, is there anything that can attract President Su? But I still have to serve these rough men every day."
What exactly is President Su's motive?
Is this so-called "freedom" really more appealing than sitting on the top floor of the Su Group, enjoying air conditioning, commanding thousands of troops, and being admired by millions?
"I don't understand it either," Old Wang muttered, watching Su Chen's retreating figure.
"I'm also feeling uneasy. Look at President Su's expression... When our project team received a large bonus last week, he didn't even twitch his lips, he just said 'thank you for your hard work' as a matter of routine."
But now, he's laughing like this because of an old man's joke.
"What could be the reason?" another subordinate asked, equally puzzled.
He watched Su Chen move briskly through the main room, looking rather cheerful: "He seems... really happy."