"Son knows, let's have a good chat with the reporter."
"That's good... Otherwise, if we say something wrong, it might ruin Brother Shuo's company. I heard online that a single sentence can destroy a business..."
The two young girls over there smiled lightly at the two.
"Uncle, Auntie, can we start?"
"Sure."
"Excuse me... Does the Yang Family have any ancient recipes passed down? Or are all the products created by Yang Genshuo himself?"
"We are three generations of poor people, where would we get ancient recipes... Brother Shuo loves tinkering, he definitely created them himself. We didn't expect him to achieve so much."
Since they had already made connections with their 'son,' Yang Guohua spoke with great ease.
"What kind of education did he receive when he was young? Did he learn anything unusual?"
