Hua Xiaomai glared at his face, which was smiling in an utterly despicable manner, and let out a cold laugh.
"Firstly, I am only responsible for making sauces, as for whom Uncle Ping'an sells my sauces to, I never inquire about that; so, discussing this matter with me is pointless," she said with her back held straight, neither overbearing nor servile, her voice firm, "Secondly, if I were in Antai Garden's situation, of course my heart wouldn't be at ease, but in my view, improving the flavor of the sauces and competing with you fair and square is what's most important and proper. Beating people or making threats? I cannot do such things, and I deeply disdain them. So, perhaps this is the difference between a country girl like me and your 'century-old shop,' huh?"
As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Pan Ping'an, whose face was swollen, fully expecting that Shopkeeper Zhu would immediately rise in a fit of rage, slamming the table and kicking stools in a thunderous temper.
