Ning Ge was so busy that he was in a daze. Back when he was partnering with Cheng Su in business, he contributed the money, but many things were arranged by Cheng Su. Now that he was truly managing the business on his own, he realized there were endless matters to attend to.
When he returned to Qing City to meet Qi Taiguo and the others, it was already early November, and the weather was very cold.
"Auntie, can you give me another bowl of lamb soup?" Ning Ge was sitting in Cheng Su's home, first gulping down a bowl of lamb soup that Mother Cheng handed him with care, then cheerfully asking for another bowl.
"Sure!" Mother Cheng replied enthusiastically, hurriedly going to serve more soup.
Cheng Su laughed, "Once you arrive, my mom treats you like her own son. It's rare for you to compliment her soup this much."
After autumn and winter hit, with lamb meat available on the market, lamb dishes became a staple on Cheng Su's family's table, whether it was lamb soup or braised lamb.
