Bai Yan planned to do something, but Seventh Uncle had no clue, although Master Qian did call him:
"Hey, Old Song, I've got some good news for you—your treacherous apprentice is about to lose his job!"
Even though Seventh Uncle thought he had seen through the truths of life, he couldn't help but beam with joy at those words!
Moments later, he cleared his throat: "Someone like that has nothing to do with me anymore, whether he has a job or not, it's none of my business."
"Moreover, he's been in this field for decades, surely he must've built some connections? Maybe he'll just end up moving somewhere else and comfortably become a chef again."
"That's unlikely!" Master Qian laughed.
The culinary field highly values tradition.
When Seventh Uncle took in a treacherous apprentice, people felt kinship sorrow, so Master Qian didn't keep laughing at him and comforted him instead:
"You know your apprentice's true nature, right? Over these years, has he had any real buddies?"
