"Yicheng, you made this?" Cheng Hao's tone rose significantly.
To say that Ling Dong made it, he would believe that, but Yicheng...
Yicheng can do anything, but maybe let's not count the kitchen.
In the past, Yicheng almost blew up the kitchen.
"It was made at my factory," Pei Yicheng added leisurely.
Only then did Cheng Hao feel that made sense. He buried his head back in his noodle bowl. After finishing a bite, he looked up and asked, "Yicheng, did I just mishear?"
Since when did Yicheng own a factory?
"I started a chili sauce factory."
The news shocked Cheng Hao even more than before. This didn't seem like Yicheng's style at all. Wasn't Yicheng the one who hated people whose eyes were only on money?
"Cough."
Pei Yicheng cleared his throat and said, "I, along with the Xu Family, the Xu Nian'an you met yesterday, started a chili sauce factory—you're eating the sauce from it right now."
So it was with the Xu Family.