Sweet Potato Flour Workshop, the villagers of Taiping Town all strongly hoped it could stay in Taiping Town, "Her family makes spicy cabbage, runs a noodle shop in the city, and now they even want the Sweet Potato Flour Workshop, meddling in everything! I've never seen such insatiable greed!"
The crowd unanimously disparaged and scorned, no curses were uttered, but it was enough to make Fang Hui, Grandma Feng, and Feng Shouxing lose face.
Feng Shouxing's face turned purple with restraint, "We didn't sell the recipe! You are slandering us without any evidence!?"
"My hand, it hurts so badly!" Fang Hui cried, holding up her injured hand as proof.
Grandma Feng painfully clutched at her chest, "How many benefits have you received from them? You talk nonsense here! My grandson broke my sister's hand, are you all blind!? Can't you see with your eyes!?"
