Some recipes have been passed down for thousands of years, and Guiyun Mountain somehow acquired this lamb soup recipe, surely at a great cost. It's a money-making item for others. How could An Lan truly ask Huo Zhanting to buy it just because of a momentary craving?
An Lan grabbed Huo Zhanting's sleeve.
"Don't... I'm not a bandit who must have everything they like. Moreover, this recipe is how others make their money. If you ask, Guiyun Mountain might be forced to sell it to you because of your authority, but they will definitely hold a grudge. Let's not buy it. If you want to drink it, we can just come here."
This could offend people. There's no way An Lan would let him buy it.
Huo Zhanting looked at An Lan, puzzled. "I'm not using it to make a profit, just to make soup for you at home. Why would they mind? Besides, I'm buying it, not stealing it—paying real money. They aren't fools; why wouldn't they want to make money?"
An Lan was left speechless by Huo Zhanting.
