Fulaoyun is an inn in the town, mainly catering to the residents of nearby mountain temples, and business is quite good.
Lin Qiao naturally understood their meaning, estimating that they wanted to buy her cold dish recipe. Well, if the foolishly rich want to buy it, she would naturally sell; at worst, she could sell something else.
She could do many things.
Several people went to Fulaoyun, and the attendant poured them tea. After a while, the shopkeeper came, a female shopkeeper, or perhaps she should be called the female boss.
Liu Fuzhu, a woman in her thirties, looked much younger than others her age. She glanced at Song Qin and Song Rong, "Luzi, take the grandpa and grandma to have some hot food."
Song Rong shook his head, "We won't eat."
"Grandpa, Grandma, you go ahead. I'll come to find you in a bit." Lin Qiao naturally understood that Liu Fuzhu had something to say.
Song Qin and Song Rong hesitated for a moment, then followed the attendant.
