It seems that everyone is like this, fully aware of the truth yet still harboring a sliver of hope that things might not be as bad as they seem—at this moment, the distinguished owner of Chunfeng Restaurant, Master Zhao, was immersed in just such a mood.
After all, isn't it just because he cannot accept it?
Hua Xiaomai bit her lips and turned her head to glance at Ke Zhenwu who was standing by her side with an equally grave expression, hesitant for a moment, "Master Zhao, as I have already said, I am indeed familiar with many spices, and if you need my help, I would naturally not shirk my duty. It's just that with the fish maw, it would be better for you to find an expert to carefully discern, so as to avoid..."
