"Miss Qi Yue, what do you think?" Ma Renfeng asked with a smug look on his face, "This is the recipe I've adjusted many times, and those who have used it said the effects are quite good!"
That's her damn recipe.
The Ma Family dared to recklessly modify it, adding in the production technique and the ratio of ingredients were also problematic, resulting in the medicine being only one-tenth as effective as the decoction, and yet had the audacity to pose as an expert in front of her.
Was the old man doing this on purpose?
Did he want to test if she could identify the origin of the recipe, or was he trying to coax the production process out of her and then go make improvements?
Qi Yue felt as disgusted as if she had eaten a fly, just pitying that there was no intellectual property protection in this world, otherwise she would definitely rip off Ma Renfeng's head.
Ma Renfeng kept on talking incessantly, seemingly taking it for granted that Qi Yue would agree to cooperate.