The latter seemed unconcerned and light.
The spice packs were indeed key to their cooked food, and her spice pack contained not only spices but also several traditional Chinese herbs, all mixed in precise proportions.
She had processed all the raw materials into powder, so even if she presented the spice pack openly for everyone to study, with the current technology, it was estimated that no one could decipher the formula's proportions.
However, if it were merely an employee's mistake, it might be okay, but if there was an insider in the food factory who stole their spice packs, this issue needed to be seriously addressed.
"Old Su, I'm leaving this matter to you."
The food factory was now Su Wensong's turf; a minor issue like this didn't require Lin Chuxia's intervention; she just needed to wait for the results.
But before she even heard any news from Su Wensong, there was a disturbance at the bun shop.
