Shan Ke'an beamed until his eyes nearly disappeared. "You really get me, Sister-in-law. Well then, don't mind if I do."
Ancient Wen Heng, "..." 'You could at least pretend to be polite.'
Jin Qianqian was long accustomed to his habit of not only eating his fill but taking some to go. She just smiled, unfazed. "If you want more next time, just send someone over. I'll have the kitchen prepare it for you."
'As for giving him the recipe, Jin Qianqian had no such intention. After all, this hotpot base alone could be the foundation for an entire business.'
Gu Yuanshui, however, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Having already reaped the rewards from the tofu recipe, he understood the importance of such things better than anyone.
Even if he had no designs on it himself, he didn't want to see Seventh and his family lose out.
