Gu Kaiyuan placed the recipe directly in front of them. Of course, he had copied it out again—he couldn't let his wife's precious handwriting fall into the hands of outsiders.
"Would I lie to you?
"I've already had someone buy a grinding stone for the backyard kitchen. You guys go try it out first. If there's anything you don't understand, just come ask me."
Chen Qingmu had calmed down a bit by now, but he still didn't dare to accept it. "Mr. Gu, you have already given us so much. We wouldn't dare take this."
"Yeah, if we took this, our grandfather would beat the crap out of us when we get back," Chen Zihuan chimed in. They knew their old man too well. To put it nicely, he was rigidly upright; to put it harshly, he was downright pedantic.
