Xiao Qinghe longed to take care of his wife, but he just couldn't...
His inner pain throbbed, yet he had no right to say anything.
When Su Qingyue saw the three men like this, she knew they were hurting for her as well. She felt that no matter how hard or exhausting it was, it was worth it. "Don't worry, I really won't sell stir-fried fern anymore in the future. I sold the recipe for stir-fried fern to Rich Source Tavern, and I also promised them that I won't sell stir-fried fern anymore," she said.
"What?" Xiao Yuchuan was taken aback.
She asked in confusion, "Third brother, aren't you happy? Didn't you say it sold well?"
