Su Jiaoniang remained calm and composed. When communicating with business people, the worst thing to do is to be flustered and nervous, and the worst thing to do is to have one's bottom line exposed.

She smiled and looked at Fu Chuntang. The young master was not old, but he had already mastered the rules of the business world. Seeing that Su Jiaoniang was very calm, he just sat there without saying a word.

He then said, "I've heard that Madam Su is skilled in cooking. Have you ever thought about finding a long-term job in the county town?"

"To be your cook?" Su Jiaoniang asked curiously.

Fu Chuntang shook his head: "Become the head chef of Cuiwei Tower."

Su Jiaoniang did not agree; the daily busyness in the kitchen was not the lifestyle she sought.

Fu Chuntang frowned, stared at Su Jiaoniang for a while, and suddenly said, "What do you think of me?"

"What?" Su Jiaoniang looked at Fu Chuntang. He was not old, about the same age as Lu Daishu. Although he did not have the title of Xiucai, he was at least a Tongsheng, which was not bad.

“You’re doing great!” Su Jiaoniang said.

“If you’re worried about the craft being passed down, I can ask my family to let you be my wife. Don’t worry, I don’t mind that you’re older and have children. I will treat them as my own children, and the craft will absolutely not be passed on,” Fu Chuntang suggested very seriously.

Su Jiaoniang almost spat out her herbal tea.

In her eyes, a fourteen-year-old boy is still a child. According to her understanding, a child is considered an adult at eighteen.

The fourteen-year-old boy was still a junior high school student in his second year of middle school, and she never imagined that she would have such an ambiguous relationship with Fu Chuntang.

"Why don't you take a break and calm down?" Su Jiaoniang suggested.

While most mature women like sweet-talking, charming, and fit young men, that doesn't mean they should date a minor.

"You look down on me?" Fu Chuntang was shocked.

At school, many classmates wanted to matchmake their older or younger sisters with him, and even the maids serving him in the mansion saw him as a piece of prime meat, wanting to nibble on him from time to time.

For a woman, he should be considered a good match, so why would anyone refuse him?

"Let me correct you. I never thought that you, as a child, could bear the responsibilities of a father. Did you think that giving money was enough?"

"Then what else needs to be given?" Fu Chuntang asked curiously.

Su Jiaoniang: "???" Should we still talk business? Was she supposed to teach a young man how to be a good father? Heaven knows she'd never been a mother before, let alone a father!

don't know!

"Getting back to the main topic, I have two dishes, how much do you want for them?" Su Jiaoniang forcefully steered the conversation back on track.

Fu Chuntang looked a little disappointed, but still politely asked Su Jiaoniang to go to the kitchen and make the dish she had mentioned.

Su Jiaoniang took out the ingredients she had brought and made glutinous rice chicken and chicken wing rice rolls in the kitchen.

He walked up to Fu Chuntang with the tray in his hand and said, "Give me a price!"

Fu Chuntang opened the eggshell and saw the salted egg inside, which was fused with the yolk. His eyes lit up with interest. He took a bite, squinted his eyes, and a look of satisfaction gradually appeared on his face.

"One dish costs 50 taels, two dishes cost 100 taels." Comparing the shaved ice, Fu Chuntang didn't hesitate and directly gave the same price.

Su Jiaoniang nodded. She was quite satisfied with the price. With capital in hand, it wouldn't be too difficult to exchange one hundred taels of silver for four hundred taels.

Moreover, she is skilled in many ways of preparing food, including some of the secret recipes used in the imperial court.

In later generations, the internet is so advanced that recipes are not as difficult to obtain as they are now.

They can make money however they want.

If all else fails, you can set up an illegal pyramid scheme and get rich by raising funds and deceiving people.

Wait a minute… She’s a law-abiding citizen. Pyramid schemes are illegal. Su Jiaoniang took a deep breath. The power of money is truly immense; her firm values ​​were almost distorted.

"Do you know how to cook any other dishes?" Fu Chuntang asked.

Su Jiaoniang paused for a moment: "Liangpi (cold skin noodles)?" Liangpi won't do. It's already at Yunlai Restaurant. She can't possibly sell the same recipe to two different places.

"You want more?" Are rich people really that wealthy?

"Give me whatever you have," Fu Chuntang said.

The glutinous rice with egg is so delicious, and the chicken wing rice is fresh enough to attract a large number of people, especially those who are particular about the appearance of food.

The woman before him was capable of much more than just these skills. If he could win her over, Fu Chuntang's eyes gleamed with ambition, a desire to dominate the business world.

If she were to marry him, how wonderful that would be! The restaurant would then have a constant stream of new dishes.

Neither the Cai family nor the magistrate's side can take away his business.

However, she reached out and touched her face.

Fu Chuntang has begun to doubt his own face.

"And there's more, you can have it if you want." Su Jiaoniang was naturally not stingy.

After some thought, I decided to make use of pig offal, which most people don't like to use.

Upon seeing the stir-fried pork intestines, Fu Chuntang's chopsticks trembled slightly. How had he fallen so low as to eat such pickled food, with bright red chili peppers in it? He didn't have any of that stuff; if he really wanted to cook, he would have to buy it from the woman in front of him.

Making two businesses out of one dish, that's really clever.

"Try it!" Seeing that Fu Chuntang was holding the chopsticks without moving, Su Jiaoniang reached out, picked up the fatty intestines with the chopsticks, and brought them to Fu Chuntang's mouth.

Fu Chuntang kept dodging backwards.

This is all it takes to eat stir-fried pork intestines. If it were stinky tofu, I'd have to travel ten miles to get it. You know how fragrant stinky tofu is, especially authentic stinky tofu. Su Jiaoniang chuckled to herself.

The thought of where the fatty intestines came from made Fu Chuntang lose his appetite, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

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