On the side, the mother-in-law saw this, and also spoke for Xu Yixun.
"When we gave him the secret recipe, the other party had to directly refuse it."
"If it wasn't for your dad, he would have suppressed his face, and my uncle wouldn't have accepted it."
Seeing the old man was emotional.
Lin Mo first cast a relieved look at his worried wife.
Then he began to express relief.
"Parents, I just said casually.
In that case, I feel relieved. "
When Lin Mo finished speaking, the old man's face was slightly better.
As for the drunk mother-in-law, they were all helped back to the room.
After working hard for a long time, after Lin Mo and his wife got down.
Xu ** retelled the story from beginning to end.
"Originally, we came back this afternoon after seeing the house.
But Xu Yixun kept pulling our dad, saying whatever he wanted to leave us to finish the meal. "
"Can't hold back the other party's enthusiasm, my dad drank a few more glasses when he was happy."
"Later, seeing Dad seemed to be drinking too much.
Xu Yixun began to reveal, consciously or unconsciously, Xu's current business difficulties.
Why is it difficult to do business now? The old man of the Xu family is worried about this matter. "
"As soon as our dad heard this message, he used Jiujin to directly send out the secret recipe of our shop.
There are no opportunities I blocked. "
After listening, Lin Mo combined the information sent by Song Zhilan.
The intention of the other party has been completely determined.
It is nothing more than trying to coax the parents-in-law to be happy, so that they can deceive the secret recipe of medicated rice porridge.
Obviously, the parents-in-law did not realize this, and the two elders have now been coaxed to heaven by the other party.
At the same time, they are not clear about the huge potential value of this secret recipe.
But having said that, even if Lin Mo explained this to them.
Based on the obsession of the mother-in-law's parents, they would not hesitate to send them out.
"Nothing, don't worry.
The other party's big business shouldn't be attracted to this little thing like us. "
Under the guise of an excuse, Lin Mo ignored the matter.
What he worries most now is not that the other party's purpose is to deceive the secret recipe.
It's nothing more than some money.
The most feared thing is that the argument of returning to the master’s house is probably also a scam.
No words for a night.
It was just getting bright.
Lin Mo was called to get up by his mother-in-law.
"Get up, we will move to the villa today."
Look at her cheerful look.
Can't wait to fly over now.
Under the dim sleepiness, Lin Mo was dragged up abruptly.
Fortunately, there are not many things that need to be moved, just some personal clothes.
The father-in-law was equally excited.
Although I was drunk yesterday, it was early in the morning.
The suit looks straight, but it is full of temperament.
As for Lin Mo and Xu **, the two of them are sleepy and fart.
"Husband, come here and let me lean on.
I'm too sleepy. "
On the back seat, his wife directly grabbed Lin Mo's arm and put her head on Lin Mo's shoulder.
Still waiting for Lin Mo's reply, a uniform breathing sound came from his ears.
Seeing that his wife was asleep, Lin Mo simply put his head to his wife, and went to sleep together.
In a Bentley car worth tens of millions, only the parents-in-law are interested in planning this future.
After Song Yixun got the secret recipe from Xu Jiangong, he hurried back to the family immediately.
"Father, I'm back."
In the bedroom, the Song family old man stared at the financial data in front of him with a deep expression.
And beside him, there was a rice porridge printed with a box of "Xia Mo Morning Tea".
Hear the movement outside the door.
The old man didn't even lift his head.
"come in!"
On the other side, as soon as Yi Xun walked in, excitedly took out the secret recipe.
"Dad, fortunately, I got the secret recipe."
Wait for his voice to fall.
The father's page turning movement suddenly stopped.
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