Shan Ke'an smiled so wide his eyes almost squeezed shut. "Qianqian really knows me best. Then I won't hold back."
Gu Wenheng was speechless and thought he could at least pretend to be polite.
Jin Qianqian was already used to his habit of taking leftovers after eating. She smiled nonchalantly. "If you want to eat this again, just send someone over next time. I'll have the kitchen prepare it for you."
As for giving him the recipe and production method, Jin Qianqian truly had no such intention. After all, this soup base alone was more than enough to support an entire business.
Gu Yuanshui, on the other hand, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Having tasted the sweet success of the tofu recipe, he understood the importance of this better than anyone.
Even if he didn't have any designs on it himself, he didn't want to see Old Seventh and his wife suffer a loss.
