"Xiao Qin." Zhang Chu began to confess on the spot, "Back then, about those molds, it's true that Grandpa Zhang was so short on money that I lost my mind. It couldn't be helped; houses in the city were really expensive. I felt bad for letting only my wife earn money, and the lumber mill salary was so low, so I impulsively used some crooked means..."
Qin Huai also said, "Although my dad couldn't really use those molds, after I started using them to make snacks, I found that the quality of that set of molds was really good, just a bit challenging for an average snack master. I came here this time to ask you to make a few sets suitable for today..."
The two of them froze, staring at each other.
Zhang Chu: "You want me to make a few sets of molds?"
Qin Huai: "Crooked means, lost my mind?"
After a few exchanges of glances, Zhang Chu confessed everything.
Found a corner to confess.
