"Dahu, why are you back again?" Lin Sanshui's surprised expression was no less than when Little Hu saw Dahu just now.
Dahu sighed and stepped forward to ask, "Dad, someone has replicated our family's smoked sausage, and they've approached the restaurant offering a lower price. The Young Master sent me back to ask, hoping we could lower our price."
Although the Young Master didn't say it outright, it was evident that if we didn't lower our price, they'd have to use someone else's.
"What?" Lin Sanshui's initial smile froze on his face, eyes full of disbelief, "What do you mean? Has someone stolen our family's smoked sausage recipe? That's impossible. This courtyard is closed every day, and no outsiders have come in!"
"The smoked sausage brought by that person was tested by a master, and it tasted exactly the same as ours." Dahu was also indignant, but there was nothing he could do.
