"I really didn't open one, I taught myself."
Chen Mo wasn't prepared to continue this topic; discussing it too deeply would cause a lot of trouble, especially if his parents found out he was no longer working in an office and instead was setting up a street stall.
After all... in the eyes of the older generation, there's simply no comparison between an office white-collar worker at a state-owned enterprise and a street vendor.
So, it's best to find an opportunity to have Jiang Fei discuss it.
"Oh right, the buns are ready, everyone go ahead and eat, I'll go get the buns."
Chen Mo found an excuse to temporarily slip out of the large meal scene, sprinting back to the kitchen.
The buns were indeed ready. Since the ingredients from the food truck were semi-finished, the steaming time was much shorter. Chen Mo carried two large trays of buns back to the table.
