"Miss Ye, why aren't you eating? Is it not tasty?"

Ye Susu stared at the fatty meat in the bowl, not touching her chopsticks for a long time. Ye Qingqing asked again.

"Of course not, it's just that I don't usually eat fatty meat, I'm afraid of gaining weight." Ye Susu came up with an excuse.

"Miss Ye is so slim, how much weight could a piece of fat make you? You probably don't like to eat it, right?" Ye Qingqing said deliberately.

The old lady looked over here, so Ye Susu had no choice but to pick up the fatty meat and slowly put it into her mouth.

The moment the fatty meat touched her tongue, Ye Susu felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. Even if it was braised pork made by a chef at a five-star hotel, Ye Susu would never eat the fatty meat.

What's more, it was made by that disgusting old woman. Ye Susu almost vomited several times, her face turned ugly, and she could no longer maintain her gentle and generous smile.

Ye Qingqing gave a silent, cold laugh, becoming even more certain that Ye Susu had ulterior motives.

Otherwise, why should you wrong yourself?

This shows that Ye Susu didn't want to offend her, and even wanted to befriend her.

Ye Qingqing roughly guessed Ye Susu's purpose in coming; it was nothing more than for the formula of the tendon-regenerating ointment.

Lu Qingquan inquired everywhere about the tendon-regenerating ointment, probably because of Ye Susu.

Ye Susu just said that she asked Lu Qingquan to run errands for her, and that matter was most likely the formula for the tendon-regenerating ointment.

After finally managing to finish dinner, Ye Susu felt so nauseous that she felt like she couldn't go on living. In the end, she couldn't bear it any longer and secretly vomited the fatty meat onto a handkerchief, which made her feel a little better.

Ye Susu sat for a while, then took her leave.

"Grandma Ye, Qingqing and I hit it off immediately. Could Qingqing walk me home?" Ye Susu asked.

The old lady was overjoyed. She knew that her own granddaughter was more lovable than Half-Life. In just one meal, she had lured this wealthy friend over.

"Of course, Qingqing, see Miss Ye out!"

The old lady agreed without hesitation and even gave Ye Qingqing a push.

Ye Qingqing also wanted to know what Ye Susu's true intentions, so she followed Ye Susu out of the courtyard, with Lu Qingquan and Ye Lan following behind.

Lu Qingquan dragged Ye Lan to the other side so that Ye Susu and Ye Qingqing could talk.

"Speak, what do you want from me?"

Ye Qingqing was too lazy to walk with Ye Susu any longer, so she asked directly.

Ye Susu smiled slightly and asked softly, "Miss Ye, is your maternal grandfather named Xu Yiping?"

Ye Qingqing's heart skipped a beat. Why would she ask her grandfather?

"Yes, my maternal grandfather's name is Xu Yiping." Ye Qingqing did not deny it.

"Did your maternal grandfather used to be a resident doctor at Yimintang?" Ye Susu asked again.

"Yes, just say what's going on, don't beat around the bush!"

Ye Susu cursed the wild girl under her breath, then said with a smile, "Miss Ye must have the recipe for the tendon-regenerating ointment, which is a family heirloom of your maternal family."

Ye Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief; they had indeed come for the tendon-repairing ointment!

"You want the formula for the tendon-regenerating ointment?" Ye Qingqing asked in return.

“Miss Ye is indeed a straightforward person. Let’s not beat around the bush. I’m willing to offer one million for the formula you have. What do you say?”

Ye Susu stopped beating around the bush and stated her purpose.

Before coming here, she inquired about the current salary level in the inland areas and found that she could earn at most 10,000 to 20,000 yuan a year.

She offered a million, and Ye Qingqing, such a young girl, would definitely be tempted!

As long as she receives the formula for the tendon-regenerating ointment, she can earn countless millions!

Ye Qingqing frowned slightly. She wasn't interested in one million. She couldn't understand how her grandfather, who didn't have a spatial ability, knew the recipe for the tendon-regenerating ointment.