"People just can't help but talk about making money – even if other families sell pork buns too, they don't have the same flavor as Qin's, and their businesses can't be as good."
Li Guangyuan took a small bite of a pork bun, the taste of meat filling his mouth, and he gave up any hope.
No matter what they did, they couldn't make pork buns like these. Maybe he was just meant to sell vegetables for the rest of his life.
Distracted, he responded to Lin Jiayi's remarks, "Auntie does make tasty food."
Immediately, alarm bells went off for Lin Jiayi. Forsaking the pork bun, she glared at him and demanded, "When did you eat her cooking? Have you been secretly meeting her?"
Li Guangyuan looked utterly baffled, "Why would I secretly meet her? Didn't auntie cook two dishes during the homecoming banquet?"
