Chapter 41

Does that make sense? Although Su Guoer's pot stickers are fresh, they are not like braised pork, where you can firmly control the recipe yourself.

Others can reproduce it as soon as they want, even though it is not sold outside yet.

But with her booming business, within a month, there will be many stalls selling pot stickers popping up in Bianjing City!

The diner continued, "What's worse, they're just trying to sell you potstickers, but they're actually selling their own stuff. If the customers get hurt, it's all your fault... Where can you go to seek justice? Even if you take them to the government, they might not stand by you."

"Isn't it just taking risks for others for nothing?"

This makes more sense.

The servant had obviously figured this out, muttering, "Why don't you just hope for good things? How can you expect people to do business when you start by saying something so unlucky?"

The diner laughed after hearing this, but he had no intention of arguing. He just kindly reminded her, "I'm just reminding you because I saw a young lady from the shop opened a shop here. If you don't believe me, that's all I have to say. If you don't have a big backer like Qianweilou or Mingyuelou, you'd better not be so ostentatious. You'll make all the money and offend people for nothing, right?"

These words made Su Guoer ponder.

She also noticed that although the diner wasn't wearing anything fancy, the material he was wearing was top-notch, a material she rarely saw. In her previous life, she had only seen Prince Pei wear it once, so she thought this diner might be someone special, someone who could afford to wear such fine material.

In that case...we need to think carefully about what he said.

But Su Guoer was also a little confused. Did they make all the money?

She only opened a fresh food restaurant here, so how could she make all the money? She thought too highly of her, didn't she? She felt that she didn't have the ability to challenge the status of the chefs in Bianjing, nor could she compare with Qianweilou and Mingyuelou.

She simply opened a local restaurant to make some money.

But Su Guoer was still very happy, and said with a smile: "I don't have any big ideas, I just want to take care of this fresh food restaurant."

After hearing this, the man said meaningfully, "That's better. It won't be so conspicuous, and your restaurant will last longer."

It's no wonder he spoke so frighteningly. Things in this world are never as simple as they appear. Bianjing, a city of intense concentration and turmoil, is a turbulent place. While it may appear peaceful on the surface, even the most insignificant person, once caught on the chessboard, could end up dead without a burial place. How could a single sentence fully describe the complexities behind this?

He reminded Su Guoer out of good intentions.

I don't know why, but seeing this girl makes me want to remind her. Maybe there's something different about her? The diner didn't care and lowered his head to eat the pot stickers on his plate.

Even when Su Guoer smiled and brought him a few more pot stickers, he didn't say anything.

The servant was dissatisfied. He pulled Su Guo'er aside and muttered, "This guy is so cunning. I don't like listening to him at all! Your pot stickers are selling so well, but he insists that you move them to the evening? Don't listen to him. My master likes you just the way you are. He can't wait to eat your pot stickers every day!"

Then he continued to talk to himself: "My master has a picky mouth and doesn't like to eat on weekdays, but he can eat a lot of your pot stickers. If you don't sell them, I will be worried to death!"

There was already a hint of worry on his face, and Su Guoer could feel the sorrow in his heart just by looking at him.

Looking at the carriage parked over there, which was low-key and luxurious, he could guess that the person inside must be very difficult to deal with.

The arrogance of the nobles was something that servants like them could not get involved with. Anyway... they were not easy to serve.

So he promised the boy, "If you want to eat all the pot stickers in the future, you can come and eat them. The noodles and fillings are ready and they will be ready in a short time. You don't have to wait long. Or you can ask the master to come in and take a look. There are many kinds of food in the store."

The servant then realized that Su Guoer's was a restaurant, not a food stall, so he looked inside. Seeing no menu hanging on the wall, he asked, "So what kind of food do you have in your restaurant? I'll report to my master and ask if he'd like to come and take a look."

Su Guoer: "Anything is fine. I can cook Northern hotpot dishes, Jiangnan seafood hotpot, various Jiangsu porridges, and spicy Hu and Yue cuisine. I also have a full range of dishes prepared every day. Feel free to let your master come in and try them."

The servant was stunned after hearing this. Apparently, even he himself had never heard of so many dishes. They were even divided into categories, such as spicy ones, porridges, etc.?

Could it be that this little cook is coaxing him?

How could there be so many dishes? He had never heard of so many dishes in his life. The key point was that she said she could cook them all? Although he didn't know what this meant, he felt that this little cook was really exaggerating.

Look at how young she is, only in her teens.

Can you cook so many dishes in your teens? That's even more impossible. After a few hasty words, he left with the pot stickers and mutton soup.

He hesitated whether to ask his master. Actually, he had wanted to ask, thinking that the girl's cooking skills were good, and it would be okay to tell his master about it as a pleasure. But after hearing it, he felt that the girl was lying, and he was afraid that his master would think he was stupid and deceived, and even laugh at him, so he prepared not to say anything.

But just as he got on the carriage with the pot stickers in his hands, he caught a pair of shrewd eyes shooting at him: "What's wrong? Look at you, you're so cowardly? Did you lose the chance to buy pot stickers and get frustrated? So you're sitting here feeling depressed?"

The servant curled his lips and said, "It's not that serious. Eat quickly. Don't worry about it. Eat quickly and go to court." They both always talked like this.

The old man tapped the table and blinked, "No, you must be hiding something from me. Will you tell me? If not, I'll go down and ask them in person if they've bullied my family..."

The servant's face flushed red. "Oh, old master, please stop worrying about things that are not your business. Why are you asking so many questions? Aren't you worried enough about the affairs of the country every day?"

In the end, seeing that the old man didn't say anything, he had to repeat what Su Guoer said to him in a depressed manner, and asked him if he wanted to come over and try the dishes cooked by Su Guoer later.

"I think the young lady is not very old. Why does she speak so incoherently?" the servant complained.

The old man simply pointed at the table and said, "Su cuisine's congee, Jiangnan seafood hot pot, and spicy Hu Yue cuisine?"

Then she burst out laughing and said, "It seems no one can categorize the dishes from these places properly. Has this young lady seen the world?"

He grew increasingly curious. But business was more important. "Why don't you come visit me some other day when you have time?" He opened the lotus leaf wrapper and began to eat the pot stickers with the mutton soup.

The mutton soup almost scalded him as he took a sip. The panicked servant quickly brought the mutton soup over and blew on it.