"The recipe for cold noodles has been sold to Xue Yi. Aside from making it privately for myself, I won't be selling it, not even to myself!" Mu Shuangshuang said honestly.
"I know!" Zheng Zhi replied.
"..."
After hearing Zheng Zhi's words, Mu Shuangshuang couldn't help but complain in her heart: If you knew, why would you say it!
As if reading Mu Shuangshuang's thoughts, Zheng Zhi said, "It's precisely because I know, that's why I said it!
If you truly feel you owe me a favor, think of a way to quickly get the vegetable garden we mentioned before, ready!
Those women are eating and drinking for free every day at my place, and if this continues, I can't take it any longer!"
Zheng Zhi's words were completely spoken in jest.
Mu Shuangshuang also understood the underlying meaning.
"Alright, it's just in time for the spring opening, but... have you chosen the location for the farmland?" Mu Shuangshuang asked.
