Fang Yaozu forced a smile and tried to refute, saying that every word the other person said was correct.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Jiang Yongtian immediately tried to smooth things over: "Brother Fang, my daughter has a stubborn temper and is not good at talking. Don't bother with a child like her. I will scold her when I get home."

"No, no, no, Brother Jiang, you misunderstood. Miss Jiang is right. It doesn't matter who makes the dish, as long as it tastes good." Fang Yaozu turned the subject back: "I just don't know, who has the final say on this recipe sale?"

This question was asked to Jiang Yongtian, but deep down in his heart, he had already guessed that this little girl would make the decision on this matter.

Jiang Yongtian didn't hesitate and said directly: "Of course my daughter has the final say."

Fang Yaozu, who had expected the result a long time ago, was not surprised. However, what made him curious was that the Jiang family was really different. They did not let their son go out to see the world, but instead let an unmarried girl have the final say.

No matter who it is, as long as they have the final say, that's fine!

Fang Yaozu smiled and repeated his purpose, then asked, "What do you think, Miss Jiang?"

"Shopkeeper Fang's suggestion is good, but I have a better one. Why don't you listen to it?"

She sold a recipe, and it seemed like she could get a lot of money at the time, but once it was all spent, there would be no income, and what she wanted was income every month.

Fang Yaozu felt it was quite fresh, but he could also see that the girl had been prepared for a long time and was just waiting for him to take the bait. She had already felt their pulse long ago, but he knew nothing about the Jiang family.

"you say!"

Jiang Kexin: "I'll teach you how to make it for free, but I want five cents for every dish I sell, for a period of one year."

Five cents for a dish?

It seems quite cheap, but if you can only sell 20 or 30 cents a day, that's equivalent to more than 100 coins a day, at least 20 or 30 taels of silver a month, which means more than 30 taels a year.

This was the first time Fang Yaozu had encountered a business like this, but thinking about the thirty li, which was almost the same as the money he was going to spend on buying a house, he pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay, then let's sign a document. If you can't write, just press your fingerprints!"

Look how thoughtful he is. Knowing that the farmer is illiterate, he offered to press his fingerprints. However, after remembering a certain scene, Ke Xin didn't plan to press his fingerprints so easily.

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I haven't finished what I said yet. After I finish, you can go back to the boss to discuss it and decide whether to sign this document or not."

Not finished yet? Fang Yaozu didn't know what expression to use to hide his surprise and suspicion.

He raised his hand and motioned for her: "Go on."

"I have a seasoning here. If you want to sell this dish, this seasoning is indispensable. I'll pack some for you when you leave. We can talk in detail after you try it."

Jiang Kexin finished speaking slowly and scooped a small spoonful of seasoning for him. It looked red, and the fresh, fragrant and spicy taste went straight to his head. A little white sesame seeds were put on the red oil, which looked very appetizing.

Fang Yaozu took the thing in his hand, stared at the small red pieces in the bowl, and took a sip of the chili in the red oil with his tongue. He suddenly wanted to open his mouth and suck in the air to relieve the spiciness.

"It's spicy enough, but it doesn't taste like dogwood!"

Fang Yaozu smacked the remaining spicy taste in his mouth and sang that this was not dogwood, but besides being spicy and slightly sweet, there was also a hint of other fragrance, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

He was just about to say that there was no seasoning and how could Fuqi Feipian be made into a cold dish to be tasted, but Jiang Kexin seemed to see through his thoughts.

Ke Xin smiled and said, "This seasoning can not only be used to make Fuqi Feipian, but it can also be used as a seasoning for braised pork. I call this seasoning a universal seasoning. It can be dipped in any meat."

After hearing this, Fang Yaozu's eyes flickered twice, and he immediately understood that her request for commission from the dishes was just an introduction, and selling this seasoning was the key.

He chuckled a few times: "Miss, your plan is very good, but aren't you afraid that I will research this seasoning and stop buying your seasoning?"

Jiang Kexin also imitated him and laughed twice: "Don't be afraid."

Whether he was truly fearless or just pretending not to be, Fang Yaozu didn't bother to investigate. However, he was indeed interested in this all-purpose seasoning, so he casually asked, "How much is this seasoning?"

Ke Xin held up a finger and said, "One pound costs three ounces of silver."

One pound and three ounces?

Fang Yaozu's heart almost stopped in shock. Even Jiang Yongtian, who had been silent beside him, was trembling with fear. He was so frightened that he couldn't lift his chin. They both looked at the bowl in his hand. With just one spoonful, they couldn't say half a catty was gone, but at least three taels.

For a moment, Jiang Yongtian wanted to take the bowl back, but Fang Yaozu was thinking that the bowl in his hand did not contain seasoning, but glittering silver. Both of them stared at the bowl with shining eyes, which gave people an inexplicable sense of humor.

When Fang Yaozu looked up, he saw Jiang Yongtian staring at his hands. The next moment, he quickly held the bowl in his arms and told Kexin that he would go home and discuss it with his boss and get back to her when he was done.

Ke Xin didn't try to persuade him to stay, but waved towards Shopkeeper Fang: "I live in Anping Village, and my name is Jiang Ke Xin."

The latter responded to her waving gesture and ran away in a hurry.

Jiang Yongtian came back to his senses and said worriedly: "Why let him go to the village? If he asks the villagers about you, then..."

"Dad is afraid that my bad reputation will hinder this business?"

Jiang Yongtian frowned and reached out to twist her arm: "I'm afraid that rumors will spread and you will be wronged."

Didn't he survive before starting this business? He was just worried that Xiaojiu wouldn't be able to bear the blow and would try to commit suicide again. Then the God of Hell would send him back again.

He would rather live in poverty than let his baby suffer any injustice at home.

Ke Xin grinned, took her father's hand, and said coquettishly: "I know that Dad is good to me, but don't worry, even if the villagers don't say it, the shopkeeper Fang will find out."

After finding out, it would depend on whether they have the courage to cooperate with a tough girl like me.

At that time, Fang Yaozu's carriage rushed to Liu Mansion.

I held the thing in my hand and sipped it carefully several times, but I really couldn't taste the remaining flavors.

In the study, on the desk, there is a red-headed all-purpose material.

Fang Yaozu told Liu Feiyang everything that happened today, word for word: "Master, do you think this business is viable?"

Liu Feiyang raised his eyebrows slightly, and said nonchalantly, "Why not?"

He leaned against the window, glanced at the things on the table, and raised his lips in a half-smile: "This girl has the courage to bring the seasoning back to you. She is absolutely sure that you can't research this kind of seasoning."

After he finished speaking, he gently clapped his palms with the fan in his hand. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. After a moment, he waved to the shopkeeper Fang and said, "Invite her over later. This young master will treat her to a meal."

Shopkeeper Fang: ....

He came in a hurry and left in a daze. Fang Yaozu didn't even know which leg he stepped out of Liu Mansion.