Lan Hua skeptically widened her eyes and pulled down Lin Yuan's hand from her mouth, whispering with a gossipy tone, "What's the matter? Did you owe the Fuman Building silver? How much did you owe? Oh dear, my dad, such a simpleton, actually told that young fellow that you're from the Lin family's hollow."
Seeing Lan Hua's sorry expression, Lin Yuan was both annoyed and amused. She couldn't really blame Lin Fugui for being guileless; the last time, it had indeed been Liuzi who had rushed over with a horse cart to deliver rice and flour to her. Lin Fugui must have seen them chatting and laughing together and assumed they were acquainted, which is why he blurted everything out.
Lin Yuan was unclear about what the Fuman Building wanted with her, but she guessed it must be related to that foodie old man. In any case, since there was nothing wrong with the recipes she had sold, she wasn't worried about them coming to her, so she didn't take the matter to heart.
