Su Qingyue's mouth twitched, and she glanced at Jin Xun's sincere expression. She dared to bet her head that this bastard was pretending to know that she had returned 5000 taels and regretted her decision to death, deliberately annoying her, "I'm not familiar with you, and whether I love money or not, Boss Jin doesn't need to know."
"We can't be that unfamiliar, can we?" Jin Xun didn't mind her cold attitude, "I heard that you made 300 taels from Rich Source Tavern. Boss Su has really made a fortune."
Yes, she had lost 5000 taels, made 300 taels, and had a few osmanthus cakes' worth of 80 taels to fill the gap in her teeth. Thinking about how much money she had lost, she felt cold in her heart, "Can we not talk about money?"
"Then can we talk about how you made the 300 taels?" Jin Xun pondered for a moment, "Manager Duan of Rich Source Tavern is a stingy man. He wouldn't have paid so much for your recipe."
