Yang Tiancheng heard Chen Yang's words, smiled indifferently, and did not dwell too much on this topic.
Instead, he continued the conversation about medicinal cuisine.
"Chen Yang, actually, I've tasted your medicinal dishes, and they are really good. So, I got to thinking, I want to cooperate with you and put your medicinal dishes into the hotels in my city,"
Yang Tiancheng said calmly.
"Of course, that's totally fine, no problem."
After Yang Tiancheng made his intentions clear, Chen Yang agreed instantly without a second thought.
"Hehe."
Seeing Chen Yang agree so readily, Yang Tiancheng couldn't help but laugh.
"You agreed so quickly? Aren't you afraid I might have some tricks up my sleeve, or something else?" Yang Tiancheng asked with doubt.
Chen Yang laughed and waved his hand: "I'm not afraid. You are Ruoxi's father, and from observing Ruoxi's character, I know that you must not be that kind of person, so I trust you a lot."