Jian Qingqing finally understood. She was a little conflicted and did not know what to say. That chili was also an imported product. There was not any naturally-grown chili here. However, last time, she only told him that the corn was bought from the preacher, she had forgotten to mention that the chili was also from the preacher. Now that she said it was from the preacher, even she felt her credibility was flimsy.
Ming Zhiyan saw that she was unwilling to say anything. He smiled gently, "Is there any inconvenience for Miss Jian? I know it's very presumptuous to ask about the secret recipe, but if Miss Jian is willing, I can buy the recipe. No matter what Miss Jian's request is, I will do my best to fulfill it."
