"Ten taels of silver for one prescription."

Boss Xu stated his price directly, a price that even he, the manager, found outrageous, as many people couldn't earn even ten taels of silver a year.

He had been observing Meng Zhao for several days. The dishes on the stall were different every day. He roughly estimated that Meng Zhao had at least dozens of recipes.

If Meng Zhao were smart, she would sell all of these to him, and she wouldn't have to worry for the rest of her life.

Meng Zhao shook his head. "Mr. Xu, this isn't about the amount of money."

Mr. Xu stared at her for a long time, his eyes filled with more doubt than anything else. He couldn't understand how anyone could remain unmoved by such a large sum of money.

He believed that Meng Zhao's refusal to sell the child was simply because he wanted to use it himself later, and he found Meng Zhao's choice quite amusing.

Even in Qingshan County, it is by no means easy to gain a foothold here, let alone when the other party has no background.

Giving up Chunfenglou was definitely the worst decision she ever made.

He had initially thought Meng Zhao was a smart person, but now he realized that this person was indeed young and too naive.

Looking at Boss Xu's complicated expression, Meng Zhao suddenly remembered something.

"Mr. Xu, although I am not planning to sell my son, I have something else I would like to cooperate with you on."

After being rejected by Meng Zhao several times, Boss Xu finally heard some good news and hurriedly asked, "What is it?"

Meng Zhao smiled and said, "I don't have this with me, and I need to show you its actual use. When do you have time, find a stove and I'll demonstrate it to you."

Seeing the young girl say this, Mr. Xu's curiosity was piqued, and he wanted to know what it was as soon as possible.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I will be waiting for Boss Meng's arrival at Chunfeng Tower."

"Alright, I'll come to Chunfeng Tower to find you after I close up shop tomorrow."