With a small amount of rent, Chen Sanhua quickly became well-known and sold his braised skewers to every corner of Dingzhou Prefecture.

Even though many shops followed suit and sold braised skewers later, their business was far worse than Chen San's.

Chen San’s surname is Chen, and the taste of the braised skewers is somewhat similar to Jiuweixianlu. Yang Mingyuan instinctively thinks that this braised skewers restaurant may have some relationship with Chen Afu.

The next day, he went to Chen San's braised skewers shop. Seeing that Chen San looked somewhat similar to Chen Ming, he was more certain of his guess. After a conversation, he found out that Chen San was indeed related to Chen Ahfu. He was actually her uncle, and this way of eating and selling was also told to Chen San by Chen Ahfu.

Yang Mingyuan went back and thought about it all night, and felt that maybe Chen Afu would have more and better ideas. If he could bring her into the restaurant business, the business would definitely be better. Thinking of that beautiful figure, he actually felt a little excited.

So he hurried back to Sanqing County and went to the Chen family, saying that if Chen Ahfu had a good idea, he would give her a share of the restaurant.

Chen Ahfu heard that Chen Shi's business was doing very well and that he had already hired ten assistants. She was also very happy when she heard that the advice she gave him was not bad, which not only improved his business but also quickly made him famous.

The idea of renting liquor stores in different locations as sales points was came up by Chen Afu after referring to the chain store management method in his previous life and analyzing the characteristics of this era and Chen Shi’s economic strength.

She was somewhat tempted by the conditions offered by Yang Mingyuan, but she still knew her own limitations.

She had learned some cooking skills in her previous life, but apart from those recipes and making snacks, her level was only to stir-fry some home-cooked dishes. The reason why she was praised by others was also because of Yan Chenxiang. How could she dare to give ideas to Boss Yang who had been running a restaurant business, not to mention how could she dare to ask for his restaurant shares with just a recipe.

The idea Yang Yuanming wants is definitely not a recipe, but a different food culture, or a marketing method.

Small-scale operations like Chen Ming's are fine, but what Yang Mingyuan wants is a "big market", and she doesn't have the confidence yet.

A gust of cold wind blew, causing Chen Ahfu to shiver as she stood in the yard. The word "hot pot" suddenly popped into her mind.

In this kind of weather, it would be such a pleasant thing for a few people to sit around and eat a steaming hot pot.

In this era, there are also soup pots, which are somewhat like the predecessor of hot pot. Tangyuan made one two days ago, which is to put meat and vegetables into the pot and cook them, and eat them with sauce. It is far from the refinement and sophistication of the hot pot in the past, and it has not formed its own style.

Hot pot was a delicacy that was well-known throughout the country even in the past, and few people disliked it. The key point was that Chen Ahfu had learned how to prepare the base ingredients, and he was good at making both red and white pots.

Chen Ahfu was so dedicated to learning how to make hot pot, and she had to thank the unfaithful lover Liu Xudong, because he liked to eat hot pot. He had a good friend who was the owner of a famous hot pot chain store, so she learned from the chef of that hot pot restaurant. On the weekends when she had nothing to do, she would occasionally make hot pot, hoping to keep Liu Xudong at home...

At that time, she loved without any self-esteem or dignity.

Chen Afu blinked his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the depression in his heart.

He smiled at Yang Mingyuan and said, "It's cold now, and I really thought of a dish called hot pot, but I don't know if it tastes good. But for a dish, I don't dare to ask for Uncle Yang's share. It happens that there are so many distinguished guests at home today, so I will make it and show my hospitality as a host."

Seeing that beautiful smile, Yang Mingyuan's heart began to beat again, and his face flushed. He quickly calmed himself down and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll wait for you to enjoy the feast."

Chen Ahfu thought for a moment and then laughed, "Oh, I forgot that if Uncle Yang is late, he won't be able to enter the city. It's troublesome to prepare this dish, so let's do it another day."

Yang Mingyuan wanted to eat hot pot so much that he said, "It's okay. I can stay overnight at an inn outside the city."

Chen Ahfu went into the kitchen to check what food Luo Guanshi and Yang Mingyuan had brought today. One of them was embarrassed to bring so many people to dinner, and the other ran a restaurant, so they both brought a lot of food and wine. In addition to some food for lunch, they also filled two large wooden basins.

Chen Afu squatted down and looked through the food. There were pork ribs, pig's trotters, hind leg meat, pork belly, two lamb legs and a lamb chop, a chicken, a duck, more than a pound of shrimp, as well as lotus roots and mushrooms.

These things, plus the vegetable garden at home, are enough to make a hotpot.

Because she was a foodie, the most complete thing at home was seasonings. Although some seasonings from her previous life were not available, she found some substitutes. However, the red pot could not be too spicy, as northerners could not eat spicy food. In addition, there was a small jar of precious pepper at home, which she bought from a shop owned by a Hu person in Dingzhou Prefecture. Pepper was a must for white pot. Without pepper, the freshness of the white pot would not be achieved. However, it was not common for the people of the Dashun Dynasty to eat pepper.

She didn't have a separate stove at home, so she had to cook in the kitchen. There were two stoves, the big one for white pot and the small one for red pot. She thought that northerners mostly eat white food, and there are many children nowadays.

I asked Master Kang to help me. First, I removed the chicken bones to make soup, and then I cut the pork belly and mutton into thin slices. The thinner the better. Master Kang is a great chef. He has excellent knife skills and cut the meat as thin as paper.

Wang went to the fields to pick some fresh vegetables such as spinach, radish, cabbage, leeks, etc., and also went to Gao Lizheng's field to ask for some coriander.

After the ingredients were fried, the aroma spread immediately. It was so fragrant that several men who had drunk wine said it was so fragrant and wanted to continue drinking in the evening.

Manager Luo came out from the west room and asked with a smile, "Why, Ah Fu is going to make us some rare food again?"

Chen Ahfu smiled and said, "It's just a new idea. I don't know if it tastes good or not."

However, when Chu Hanyan woke up, she was restless. She cried and looked for Chen Afu, and Chen Dabao couldn't comfort her. Mother Song had to carry her to the old courtyard, let her sit on the kang in the west room with several other children, and then opened the door.

As soon as the little girl saw Chen Ahfu's figure, she would calm down with one hand pulling Chen Dabao's clothes. Yang Qian, the chatterbox, was beside her, mumbling and waving her handkerchief. She seemed to be listening, but it did not reduce Chen Qian's interest in talking at all.

Dabao was also very proud. It was the first time that Yan'er depended on him so much. He held his chest high and sat motionless beside Miss Chu, letting her pull at his clothes while talking about men's topics with Yang Chao.

While Chen Afu was busy with Wang and others, he listened to the laughter of the children in the west room, and his heart felt as warm as the steam coming out of the pot.

This is the feeling of having many children and good fortune that she has always prayed for in her past and present lives.