Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Doing some business

As the sun was setting, they didn't sell much cold noodles. In addition to the two people who bought it just now, there were three or four other people who bought it. One person couldn't stand spicy food, and luckily he didn't start an argument with Miao Ying. It was only when he saw the tall and strong Huo Xingren next to Miao Ying that he gave up.

Miao Ying watched the man walk away, angrily fanning himself with his hand. "I've already told you that everyone has different tastes, and I've also told you that there are no returns or exchanges after you sell it, and you're still trying to argue with me."

Huo Xing raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead: "Don't be angry."

Miao Ying snorted: "I'm not angry."

They planned to wait until the evening when it was cooler before leaving. If they really couldn't sell any of the food, they would just take it home and share it with their neighbors so that everyone could have a taste. This would become their summer menu from now on.

Miao Ying is still very open-minded. After all, it is normal to make profits and losses in business.

Huo Xing was carrying a carving knife and carving a piece of wood in his hand. When he had no work to do, he would also make some small things. The one he carved the most was Miao Ying, and he was the one carving at this moment.

Miao Ying looked at his hands and smiled: "Do something else, there are already many people waiting for me at home."

The wood carvings in the shape of Miao Ying that Huo Xing carved are now displayed on the cabinets in their room.

Huo Xing lowered his head, feeling that his work was not good enough. The little figure he carved did not have any of Miao Ying's charm.

"You can make something else, like steamed buns, cornbread, or even yo-yo bread. You can also make a row for yourself. Otherwise, I'll just be standing there, how lonely it is."

Be yourself?

Huo Xing didn't even know what he looked like.

Miao Ying suddenly felt like drawing something, but unfortunately he didn't have a pen at the moment: "When we get back, I'll draw something for you, and you can make some small gadgets. You have nothing to do anyway."

Anything Miao Ying said was possible for Huo Xing.

After staring at him for a while, Miao Ying felt his eyes sore and yawned again. Usually he would take a nap at this time.

Huo Xing put away the things in his hand and let Miao Ying lie on his lap to sleep for a while. As soon as Miao Ying closed his eyes, a young man came running over in a hurry, breathless and began to take money out of his pocket: "Our young master said he wants ten servings."

Miao Ying immediately got up from Huo Xing's lap: "Ten servings?"

Guang Ge'er nodded: "But you don't need to use your bowls, just put them in the food box."

Miao Ying started working without saying a word, but ten servings were a bit too much and difficult to mix, so he mixed it bowl by bowl and gave it to him. Guang Ge'er looked at the red and white colors in the food box and swallowed his saliva.

Miao Ying saw that he was young and couldn't keep secrets, so he simply mixed half a bowl and gave it to him, letting him finish it before leaving.

Guang Ge'er was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the bowl from Miao Ying's hand and started eating. After finishing, he wiped his mouth and added another five cents.

Miao Ying said no, but he had already run away with the lunch box.

There were some people on the street by now. Seeing the servants of the Mei family leaving in a hurry, they also came over to watch the fun. Miao Ying seized the opportunity, mixed some more, and said that they could try it and decide whether to buy it after eating it.

After all, it was a tasting and it was free, so people around soon came forward to try it. After tasting it, some people blushed, and some people licked their lips, still wanting to eat some more, but there was no more tasting food left.

I really wanted to have a taste of it, so I spent fifteen cents to buy one and ate it while standing by. After eating it, I felt like I was sweating all over and felt refreshed all over.

Summer is always bitter, but eating this can whet your appetite. Someone who just finished a bowl said, "Give me another portion so I can take it home for my wife and kids to try."

Miao Ying quickly mixed another portion and handed it to him: "If you take my bowl, you have to pay a deposit of five cents. If you return the bowl to me later, I will refund you the five cents."

"That's fine." The man paid neatly, took the bowl of cold noodles and left. He came back to return the bowl after a while.

Because of Miao Ying's food tasting, quite a few people gathered here. With more people, more people came to watch, and naturally more people came to buy. When he started selling, Huo Xing went to fetch water. After someone finished eating, he gave them a bowl, and he would wash it and put it aside for later use.

By the time the sun went down, they had sold most of their food. If they waited any longer, curfew would have come, so Miao Ying asked Huo Xing to pack up and prepare to go home. There wasn't much left, so the family could finish it all.

Miao Ying tidied his clothes, Huo Xing picked up the bucket, and the two were about to leave. Before they had gone far, they were stopped.

Miao Ying had some impression of this person. He seemed to be a waiter at Yingkeju, and he said that the owner wanted to invite them over.

The two looked at each other, and finally changed direction and followed the waiter to Yingkeju.

The waiter told them on the way that a customer brought their cold noodles today and was seen by the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper was very interested in the food they made, so he wanted to invite them to talk.

Miao Ying took a deep breath, feeling quite proud. He finally caught up with the trend of traveling through time and making a lot of money. However, he didn't expect that it was not a common recipe, but just a small cold skin.

When they arrived at Yingkeju, the shopkeeper was already waiting for them. Since they were all businessmen, the shopkeeper got straight to the point, but the person he was looking at was Huo Xing: "I wonder if..."

Huo Xingchao took a step back: "My husband makes the decisions on all matters at home."

Miao Ying raised his head and looked at the shopkeeper: "I wonder if the shopkeeper has something to discuss with us?"

"Well, could you tell me the recipe for the food you're selling?"

"Of course." Miao Ying was very frank, "I just don't know how much the shopkeeper is willing to pay?"

The shopkeeper clapped his hands and made a plan in his mind: "Ten taels of silver?"

Miao Ying smiled, took Huo Xing's arm and prepared to leave, but the shopkeeper immediately stopped them.

Miao Ying stood still and said, "If the shopkeeper is not sincere in doing business, there is no need for us to talk further."

The shopkeeper wanted to reach out and pull Miao Ying, but Huo Xing held his hand. The shopkeeper immediately said, "Business is always negotiated."

Miao Ying looked at him with a smile: "The chef of the Yingkeju restaurant must be very capable. They will definitely be able to make it with just a little more time."

The shopkeeper raised the corner of his lip: "How much do you want?"

"Actually, the cooking method is secondary. The main thing is that I have a seasoning, which is the most important factor in making this delicious cold noodle. I can give you the recipe for ten taels of silver." Seeing that it was getting late, Miao Ying didn't want to play Tai Chi anymore. "If you like, I will teach your chef right away."

The shopkeeper was in the food business, so he knew that the taste of the seasoning was everything. "How do you describe this seasoning?"

"Because it's precious, I don't have a lot. It's only eaten during the season. At least during the time you're selling it, I can supply it to you. Shopkeeper, how much is it worth?" Miao Ying raised his head and looked directly at the shopkeeper. Huo Xing stood behind him, giving him great support.

"Twenty taels." said the shopkeeper.

Miao Yingzhen laughed out loud and took Huo Xing's hand: "Let's go home."

"Just tell me how much you want?" The shopkeeper lost his temper. "If you add more, I won't be able to report to my superiors."

"There's more than one Yingkeju restaurant in the entire county. You've got a head start today. I'll open my stall for another day tomorrow, and maybe other restaurants will come looking for me." Miao Ying pinched Huo Xing's arm. "I don't like haggling like this either. I'll give you a flat price of forty taels."

Miao Ying felt that Huo Xing was squeezing his hand a little too hard, so he stretched out his index finger and stroked his palm, indicating that it was okay and not to worry.

The shopkeeper's expression changed. He had only expected thirty taels of silver. Any more would not be worthwhile.

"Forty taels is too much. It's hard for me to explain to the master. Why don't we both compromise and ask for thirty taels?"

Miao Ying glanced at the shopkeeper and smiled: "Let's discuss it."

He pulled Huo Xing to a corner and whispered, "I didn't expect this to happen today, so I didn't plan how much it would cost. But I expected twenty to forty taels, and thirty taels would be barely enough."

Huo Xing just looked carefully at Miao Ying's eyes, which seemed to be filled with stars, and he didn't hear what he said at all.

"Are you listening?" Miao Ying elbowed him.

"All good." Huo Xing answered him.

Miao Ying sighed, knowing that the man was unreliable, so he walked back to the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, thirty taels is thirty taels. Just hand over the money and I'll go to the kitchen to teach your chef."

The shopkeeper nodded and told the accountant to prepare the banknotes. Thirty taels of silver was quite heavy and not convenient to carry around. He then added, "This is a one-time deal, and we need a signed pledge. You can't sell this again. Also, the recipe is only for us. If we see it elsewhere, you'll go to jail."

Miao Ying nodded. "Of course." Then he added, "This will take some time. We were planning to go home, but now it's curfew. Look at this..."

"The restaurant also has guest rooms. You can stay here for one night." The shopkeeper looked at the deed written by the accountant, blew dry the ink on it, and brought it to Miao Ying.

Miao Ying acted confident, but in reality, he only recognized half of the characters. Not in number, but he could only recognize each character by splitting it up in traditional Chinese characters. He could barely read it, but there was nothing disadvantageous to them. It was just about the seasoning. Miao Ying asked again, "I can only guarantee that I will supply you with this seasoning during this period. Can we agree on a specific time, like by this year's Mid-Autumn Festival? If you want it after that, you have to pay for it."

The shopkeeper choked, thinking that they didn't look like they could read and wanted to take advantage of him, but he didn't expect that he could actually read.

So we could only add the seasoning supply time to this year's Mid-Autumn Festival. Miao Ying looked at it carefully again before pressing his fingerprint.

The government office was closed, so they could only wait until tomorrow to get the stamp. They split into two groups: Miao Ying went to the kitchen to teach how to make cold noodles, while Huo Xing went to the guest room to put their things away and wait for the banknotes.

Miao Ying arrived at the kitchen. The restaurant was closed at that time. The chef in the kitchen was a man who looked fierce and ferocious. He stepped aside and looked at Miao Ying.

Miao Ying pretended not to see his look, because all recipes and cookbooks were secret. There was no one in the kitchen except the chef, so he could only ask him to find something for Miao Ying and let him learn at the same time.

Miao Ying didn't want to do it himself, so he let the chef do it himself. The chef was very angry and kneaded the dough loudly, but Miao Ying didn't care and just looked at him with his arms folded.

The chef was furious and was about to say something when he saw a tall man walking towards him. Miao Ying naturally leaned over and stuck to the man as if he had no bones.

The chef rolled his eyes and continued kneading the dough.

After the dough was kneaded, Miao Ying asked him to stop and let it rise for a while.

Several people were staring at each other in the kitchen. Miao Ying looked around the entire kitchen. It was indeed a big restaurant with chicken, duck, fish and meat. The most eye-catching thing was a big jar of lard and a small pot next to it where the lard was slowly boiling.

No wonder eating in restaurants is expensive, it’s the oil that’s expensive.

After the dough had risen, Miao Ying asked the chef to bring some water. The chef thought he wanted to wash his hands before doing anything else, and thought he was fussing too much, so he clicked his tongue impatiently. Miao Ying didn't get angry, but just looked at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper glared at the chef, and the chef had no choice but to go and get him some water.

Unexpectedly, Miao Ying didn't want the basin for washing his hands, but asked for the basin for cooking. The chef rolled his eyes again and brought over a full basin of water.

Then Miao Ying's actions made them open their eyes wide. They saw him throw the kneaded dough into the water!