Old Mrs. Gao naturally knew that the ancestors of the Gao family were all illiterates who couldn't read a single word to save their lives. If they actually had a wine-making recipe or the craftsmanship, would the family be in the state it was today?
To get her hands on Chun Mian's wine-making recipe and money, she had to come up with another method. Such as...
"This belongs to our family, our very own family! What does it have to do with the ancestors of the Gao family? It was given by the immortal in our Fubao's dreams!" Old Mrs. Gao roared at the top of her lungs.
Gao Jianmin, who had been pinned down and ground into the dirt this whole time, tried to get up and attack Chun Mian again. Chun Mian simply jabbed him back down with her stick, leaving him motionless for a good while.
Seeing this, Old Mrs. Gao screeched at the top of her lungs again, "Have you lost your conscience?! A wife is beating her own husband!"
