The restaurant owner suggested going to Fucheng Restaurant.
Fang Yan, who had been ripped off there before, had no desire to go back. "Come with me."
In the alley behind the market, there is a small restaurant without a sign.
It's called a small restaurant, but it's really just a space the owner has set aside at home specifically for cooking, so it doesn't even have a restaurant name.
These small restaurants rely entirely on word-of-mouth referrals, with regular customers bringing in new ones.
Fang Yan heard from fans that one day she was hungry early, so she brought Xiaoyuzai and Chuchun here to try it.
To be honest, the taste was just as good as the two or three dishes I ordered at Fu Cheng the other day.
The key point is that the price is many times cheaper.
However, in these small restaurants, there's no ordering; what you get to eat depends entirely on luck.
When they arrived today, there was only rice cake left in the kitchen, so they had no choice but to eat this.
Fang Yan asked the restaurant owner, "Would you like kueh teow soup or stir-fried kueh teow?"
The restaurant owner was very unhappy. Fang Yan brought him to this small, dilapidated house with no name or status to eat, and he wasn't very interested in the food there.
He wanted to say he didn't want to eat, but it was lunchtime and he was indeed hungry, so he casually said, "Anything is fine."
"Sorry, no one can make the dish 'anything'."
Fang Yan didn't give him any face at all and said it directly.
The restaurant owner is so wealthy that he can afford to open the biggest and most luxurious restaurant in the county town.
Even during those years of heightened vigilance, he was well protected thanks to the strong economic foundation he had. Wherever he went, people treated him with respect, if not utmost respect. Who else treated him like Fang Yan?
Even though he came to the restaurant owner seeking cooperation, the owner's face darkened.
The young man who came with him was quite perceptive and quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Let's have two plates of fried rice cakes, the rice cake soup isn't filling enough."
Then he asked the restaurant owner, "Could you make me some seaweed soup or something?"
"Sure." The owner of the small restaurant was an elderly man in his sixties, but his eyesight was still sharp. He glanced at the restaurant owner and said indifferently.
We always keep seaweed and eggs on hand at home.
"Uncle, could you please stir-fry a plate of kueh teow for us, and also give us two bowls of kueh teow soup?" Fang Yan quickly ordered from the menu.
Today I'm taking Zhu Xiuhua to get a haircut and buying her some clothes, so there are three adults, one mischievous child, and one furry kid on her side.
From initially not being picky eaters, Xiaoyuzai and Qibei have become very discerning thanks to Fang Yan's cooking. If the food outside is not as good as Fang Yan's cooking, they will only eat a little bit to fill their stomachs, and will never eat more.
You have to understand, Fang Yan's cooking skills are the result of experience accumulated over two lifetimes. How many people can surpass her?
So Fang Yan didn't order too much.
As they sat down, Fang Jie whispered to Fang Yan, taking advantage of the noise of the moving tables and chairs, "What do they want from you?"
Fang Jie felt that the restaurant owner was a bit difficult to get along with, and was afraid that he might harm Fang Yan. He secretly thought to himself, "I'm not very good at fighting. What if the two men want to harm Fang Yan?"
Fang Yan pulled him to sit down. "It's alright, he's just here to give us money."
She had never been to the neighboring county, but she had already guessed the other person's identity with a high degree of certainty.
First they sent someone over to buy braised food, and then they came again. Most likely, they're here to discuss a business partnership.
Fang Yan's thinking was entirely correct; however, her only mistake was regarding today's money...
However, the delivery was not completed.
The small restaurant has a basic dining environment, but it's very quiet, making it a good place to talk.
To avoid Xiaoyuzai and Qibei bickering and affecting their conversation, Fang Yan asked Zhu Xiuhua to take Xiaoyuzai and Qibei to eat at another table nearby.
She sat at a table with Fang Jie, the restaurant owner, and a young man.
The men in the restaurant seemed particularly disgusted with the dining environment, as if they wanted to finish their business quickly and leave as soon as possible.
So, before I could even sit down properly, I heard him speak impatiently, "They call you Xiao Fang. I'm a bit older than you, so I'll call you that too. You don't mind, do you?"
"They" refers to Fang Yan's fans.
Fang Yan had no objection. "Sure, how shall I address you?"
The restaurant owner was indeed much older than her, but his attitude made her very unhappy, so she refused to use honorifics in his name.
“My surname is Wu. I own the biggest restaurant in the next county.”
Mr. Wu's pride was palpable: "My restaurant is several times better than that Fucheng Restaurant in your county, which claims to be the best."
Fang Yan: ...
At his age, he's still so frivolous and arrogant; such a person will never amount to much.
Fang Yan didn't even bother with a perfunctory compliment; she went straight to the point and asked, "May I ask what brings Mr. Wu here today?"
In such a dilapidated environment, speaking in such literary style always feels somewhat out of place.
"It's nothing major, I just wanted to ask if you sell your braised food recipe?"
Mr. Wu felt that the previous few sentences had already laid the groundwork for his status and position, so he stood up straight as a bee, almost speaking with a nasal tone.
So what if Fang Yan can make the best braised dishes?
In his eyes, she was just a down-on-her-luck street vendor who didn't deserve his respect.
People who look down on others don't deserve Fang Yan's respect. "Not for sale."
She coldly uttered two words.
Fang Jie noticed the atmosphere was getting tense, so he secretly glanced around, keeping an eye out for what he could use to retaliate if a fight broke out.
No wonder he was so nervous.
The main problem was that it was the first time he had encountered this situation, and he had no fighting experience, so he was afraid that he would not be able to beat his opponent.
Moreover, if a fight really breaks out, he will have to protect three people.
The responsibility was heavy, so he had to secretly make preparations in advance.
Fang Yan wasn't worried at all that the other party would use violence against them.
The reason is simple: the other party only wanted the braising sauce recipe she had, not that she was taking away his restaurant's market share.
If it's because of the latter, making her disappear, or for various reasons preventing her from doing business again, is indeed the simplest and most brutal method.
Mr. Wu thought that after revealing his identity, he would then explain the purpose of his visit.
Fang Yan, being a down-on-her-luck woman, would treat him like a Bodhisattva, praising him and even wagging her tail like a lapdog, begging for a good price.
Or they might act like an ignorant, poor fool, demanding an exorbitant price several times higher than the market rate.
In short, Mr. Wu came up with several versions, but he never expected that Fang Yan would refuse with just the words "not for sale"!
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