He had clearly prepared a whole host of things to use in his negotiations with Fang Yan.
At this moment, however, Fang Yan's refusal to sell left Mr. Wu speechless, his face turning quite grim. He remained silent for a long time.
He didn't speak, and neither did Fang Yan.
Seeing that Fang Jie was tense and seemed ready to grab a chair at any moment, she quietly patted the back of his hand and gestured with her eyes that he didn't need to be so nervous.
Those who don't know how to fight won't actually fight.
How could this Mr. Wu, who prides himself on his noble status, do something as rude as fighting?
Fang Jie relaxed a little, but still kept a close eye on Boss Wu's actions.
"The fried rice cake is here."
The restaurant owner brought over three plates of fried rice cakes on a large tray.
The plates used to hold the rice cakes were quite large, and each plate was filled to the brim.
This was a particularly honest and simple era. Almost all restaurants, big and small, served generous portions, unlike in later generations where some restaurants use plates the size of winnowing baskets, yet the food inside is surprisingly substantial.
Fang Yan had eaten here before and knew where the bowls and chopsticks were.
She washed her hands and went to get a few empty small bowls.
He put half a bowl on Zhu Xiuhua's plate and Xiaoyuzai's plate, and pushed the rest in front of Fang Jie.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Fang Jie asked her, not having touched her food.
Fang Yan shook her head, "I'm waiting to eat kueh teow soup."
She's not very hungry today, and she doesn't want to eat.
"Boss, eat up." The young man carefully handed Mr. Wu chopsticks, noticing his gloomy face.
I secretly prayed that after the meal, the boss would return to normal and stop having such a stern face.
He really wanted to complain: they came all this way to buy the formula, why didn't they just talk things out properly?
Why look down on people?
Why do you always give me attitude?
Mr. Wu took the chopsticks and, like a cow chewing on a peony, shoveled a large mouthful into his mouth.
He left home before dawn.
He had only eaten a bowl of plain porridge before leaving home, and now he was starving.
I'm forcing myself to eat in a place like this just so I won't go hungry.
However, the next second, Mr. Wu unexpectedly stopped!
The local rice cake filling is on the thicker side and has a slightly loose texture.
Although it's a common home-cooked dish, making it is not easy.
Water needs to be added continuously during the frying process of the rice cake.
Adding water is the most difficult part to control. If too much water is added, the rice cake will become like a bun soaked in water, all mushy and unpalatable.
If you add too little, the rice cake will break, become thick and hard, like eating undercooked and dried-out rice porridge, resulting in a terrible texture.
Therefore, many restaurants do not include this dish, firstly because it does not sell as well as other dishes, and secondly because it is difficult to make.
I never expected this!
In this dilapidated little house, someone actually manages to fry rice cakes so well.
Mr. Wu couldn't wait to drink the seaweed soup, because the fried rice cake was so amazing that the seaweed soup seemed rather ordinary.
However, this bowl of seaweed soup tastes much better than what many restaurant chefs cook.
Appearances can indeed be deceiving.
The phrase "don't judge a book by its cover" flashed through his mind, and Boss Wu then turned his gaze to Fang Yan's face. This young woman, who was not old but had quite a temper, was also someone whose appearance could not be judged.
Both her cooking skills and her attitude towards herself surprised Mr. Wu.
Delicious food can heal bad moods.
After Mr. Wu filled his hungry stomach and his complexion improved, he looked at Fang Yan again and said, "Fang, I've come all this way from the next county with Xiao Sun to sincerely support your business. I hope you can adopt a proper attitude and discuss things properly."
"Mr. Wu, I don't see anything wrong with my attitude."
Fang Yan was speechless.
This Mr. Wu felt that she had to adopt a fawning and obsequious attitude so that he would drastically reduce the price of the formula; only then would she be considered to have the right attitude.
hehe!
Unfortunately, she wasn't so poor that she had to sell her formula.
"Mr. Wu, I have something to attend to in a moment."
There's no need to say more; I believe Mr. Wu understands what I mean.
Mr. Wu's expression, which had finally returned to normal, darkened again. "Xiao Fang, with this kind of behavior, your business will never grow big."
He was implying that Fang Yan was too petty and wouldn't make big money.
Fang Yan smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay. Making a living is the child's father's responsibility. I just can't stay idle, so I come out to earn some pocket money for fun."
You can earn tens of yuan a day, and during holidays, you might earn hundreds of yuan a day. This is called earning pocket money.
Boss Wu also had people secretly observe and estimate Fang Yan's daily income.
The fact that so many people of all ages enjoy braised food shows that it perfectly suits the local palate.
Although the two counties are a bit far apart, the locals share similar tastes.
Buying this recipe will definitely be a good investment.
However, Fang Yan's attitude made Mr. Wu feel a little embarrassed, as he had always been treated with great respect and deference.
Today, the fact that he personally traveled all this way to discuss this matter and repeatedly lowered his stance is already a great favor to Fang Yan.
He believed that Fang Yan was deliberately keeping him hanging in the air in order to raise the price.
Using a push-and-pull tactic to inflate prices is a common practice.
Mr. Wu considered himself a successful businessman. He felt that he had long seen through the tricks of people like Fang Yan and could control them perfectly well.
So, he looked at Fang Yan with a very ugly expression, "Xiao Fang, the car I bought hasn't arrived yet, and it's inconvenient for me to come over. If it weren't for the fact that you're all alone, taking care of your child, and selling braised food in the county town, you're working so hard, I wouldn't have considered your recipe."
"Thank you for your kind understanding," Fang Yan said with a forced smile, "but I don't find it hard at all to bring my son to the county town to sell braised food."
It was definitely hard work, but not because of taking care of the little fish.
Rather, who wouldn't work hard to earn this kind of money, getting up early and working late?
Mr. Wu didn't want to lower himself any further and originally wanted to take an emotional approach to make Fang Yan feel grateful for his kindness.
As it turned out, Fang Yan was completely unyielding.
Thinking about it, I'm still very unwilling. It's not easy to come all this way. If I can't buy the formula back today, will he have to make time to come again?
He wanted to buy the recipe, have Fang Yan support him, and also verbally suppress Fang Yan, attempting to buy her braising recipe at the lowest possible price.
Then he added, "There are a few places in my area that make really good braised food. Their braising sauce recipes are quite good, and the prices are reasonable. I'm also considering whether to go with them."
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