Gu Fei quickly said, "You jest, Young Master Zhu. For my humble inn's opening, how could I dare trouble a distinguished guest like you?"
She thought for a moment, then added, "Rest assured, Young Master Zhu. I guarantee that my inn will not use the thirty recipes I previously sold you."
Upon hearing this, Young Master Zhu chuckled. "Miss Gu, that's not it at all. I truly didn't come here for that today."
"We signed a contract. It's not as if I don't trust you, Miss Gu."
Lian'er and Xing'er had already served tea. Young Master Zhu held a cup in his hand. "I heard that Manager Liu from the Drunken Immortal Tower also approached your family, wanting to buy peppers?"
Gu Fei nodded. "That's right. My father already agreed."
Young Master Zhu lowered his eyes and fell silent.
