"He surely doesn't want to see you either," Su Qingyue said expressionlessly. "Since it's about business, it wouldn't hurt to hear what he has in mind."
"Wife, what do you think Jin Xun could possibly want?"
She fiddled with the lid of her tea cup. "He probably wants to buy the cake recipe first. If I don't agree, he might propose selling the cakes on a profit-sharing basis."
"I was thinking the same," Xiao Yuchuan asked. "If he suggests selling the cakes in all branches of his Drunken Immortal Pavilion, dear, would you agree?"