Ning Fengnian held his daughter's hand. "No, you worked hard to come up with the recipe. If we keep it, we'll be more diligent and hardworking in the future. There will be a time when our lives will get better. However, if we hand the recipe to the Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant, we'll be breaking our promise to the Fragrance Restaurant. We'll definitely become enemies with the Fragrance Restaurant in the future. Then, there'll really be no room for negotiation."
Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows. Her father was quite clear-headed when he wasn't muddle-headed.
However, Old Madam Ning would not allow him to walk down the path of clarity, especially when she had a helper.
At this dilemma, Second Aunt Ning, who was one of the focuses of attention, suddenly had an idea. She held her stomach and started to cry.
"My stomach. My stomach hurts so much. Aiyo, my precious son!"