Lu Yongjun let out a heavy sigh. He didn't take the matter too seriously and did not shy away from Chen Mo.
"Lu Fang is half-owned by Lu the Second. If he wants to take down the sign, there's nothing I can do. Let him take it down. Holding a contest like this is just inviting the neighbors to laugh at us, especially bringing in outsiders."
Uncle Tie immediately put on a stern face, slapped the table, and said seriously, "Isn't this inappropriate? Since I can remember, the Lu Fang sign has been here. I grew up eating the spicy chicken your grandpa and dad made.
This has been passed down for generations. You can't just remove it whenever you want! Boss Lu, if you're going to compete with him tomorrow, I'll be the first to support you! If push comes to shove, I'll make you a sharp kitchen knife overnight!"
Lu Yongjun was amused by the blacksmith. "I'm cooking, not chopping people."
