"Stop, stop, stop, don't call me Big Sister, who's your Big Sister? You should call me Mrs. Pei instead," Lu Yun furrowed her brows, looking down on Yang Yu with a sense of superiority.
"Mrs. Pei."
Yang Yu nearly bit off her uneven and discolored rotten teeth, but she forcibly squeezed out a smile and, in a deliberately ingratiating tone, said, "Would you like to have the duck farming recipe?"
"You have it?"
Lu Yun was startled and thought to herself that Old Master Mi couldn't be so unreliable as to not even keep this secret from his adopted son and daughter-in-law. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "How do I know if it's genuine?"
"Of course, it's genuine. My son has always helped feed the ducks, and I've lent a hand too. Who would be clearer about what the ducks eat than us?"
Seeing Lu Yun's disbelief, Yang Yu became somewhat agitated, "We would never deceive you; if we did, we wouldn't be human."
