Chapter 324 is related to the North?
Song Yi sat aside and looked at Shen Hanxing, asking her with his eyes: What business?
Shen Hanxing gave him a look that didn’t know.
Mr. Song smiled and said, "Miss Wen, why don't you tell me about the business you mentioned?"
Wen Zhenyi took out the hot pot base and placed it in front of the two of them: "This may be a bit complicated to explain, but if Master Song is willing to use the kitchen, it will be easy to explain."
Master Song smiled and nodded: "It seems we are in for a treat today." Then he asked the maid to take Wen Zhenyi and Axiang to the kitchen.
Shen Hanxing did not go with them, but sat in the flower hall and chatted with Master Song.
Song Yi saw Wen Zhenyi leave and said, "Brother Shen, what's going on with Miss Wen?"
"Nothing, but Master Cheng said that your family has business in the north."
Mr. Song was slightly stunned: "Is her diet related to the north?"
"That's not the case. I can only say it's more popular in the north."
Song Yi looked at his father in confusion. The weather in the north is cold more often than hot, so could it be because of the cold weather?
Song Huanhuan knew she was coming, so she ran to the kitchen to find her.
But this time, she was followed by many young girls who were younger than her.
"all."
"I said I'd send someone to call you and send Madam Song to dinner, but I didn't expect you to come first."
"You came to my kitchen right away, are you preparing food for us?"
"I'm looking for your family to cooperate with."
A young girl behind Song Huanhuan looked at Wen Zhenyi: "Sister, is this Miss Wen?"
Wen Zhenyi looked at the girl who was speaking. She was quite pretty and her voice was a little soft.
Song Huanhuan frowned slightly, "Well, why don't you call someone?"
"Hello Miss Wen."
Wen Zhenyi looked at the girls behind her and said, "This is your sister."
"Well, I was just in my yard. I heard you were here, so I wanted to come and see you."
"It's quite lively." Wen Zhenyi said nothing else and concentrated on preparing the soup base and side dishes for the hot pot.
In fact, she doesn't need to use her hands, she just needs to move her mouth.
The Song family has many more kitchens and cooks than the other families, so she is basically not needed. They just need to tell them how to do it and they will do it well.
It won't be long before everything is ready.
Song Huanhuan looked at the pots of red soup base and felt a burning sensation in her stomach: "Yi Yi, is this edible?"
"Don't eat too much later." Wen Zhenyi joked with a smile.
There were quite a lot of people in the Song family, including Song Huanhuan's grandparents, so Wen Zhenyi had the rare opportunity to meet them during the meal.
The two old people had heard of her, but this was the first time they met her.
Wen Zhenyi bowed to them and told them how to eat these things and how to prepare dipping sauces.
Just the smell of the soup base made Mr. Song salivate, but seeing so many red chili peppers still made him hesitate to pick up his chopsticks.
Wen Zhen saw that they were hesitant and said, "This is only slightly spicy, not as spicy as the chili peppers you usually eat."
"You don't look like a mild spicy person."
“It just looked a little scary.”
Old Master Song was the first to pick up his chopsticks: "Then let's try it." As he spoke, he picked up a piece of mutton from the pot, dipped it in water and started to eat.
As soon as he took a bite, his eyes widened and he mumbled, "Delicious, delicious."
Mr. Song and the others also started to try to eat it, and they couldn't stop eating it.
Wen Zhenyi and the other two didn't eat much, as most of it was eaten up by the people from the Song family.
If the prepared side dishes were not gone, they could still eat for a while longer.
Since Old Master Song stopped taking care of the Song family's business, he rarely appears in public.
"Wen girl, what's the name of this thing of yours?"
"hot pot."
"It's delicious. Everyone says you're a good cook, but I thought they were just bragging. Now that I've tasted it, I realize they were understating it."
"Thank you for the compliment, Old Master Song."
"Don't call me Old Master Song. You and our Huanhuan are good friends. If you don't mind, just tell me to send you off."
"Okay, Grandpa Song."
Old Madam Song also smiled and said, "Come to the mansion often when you have time."
"I will. You can try the cake I brought this time. It's soft and fluffy, perfect for you two."
"Then I must try it."
Mr. Song asked someone to bring out the cake, cut it into pieces and distribute it to the family members.
Only the direct descendants of the Song family can dine here. As for those illegitimate children, they are not qualified to dine here with the guests, so naturally they will not get any of the cakes.
Old Master Song took a bite and nodded repeatedly: "Delicious, delicious, soft and fluffy."
Old Madam Song and the others also finished eating the cakes in their hands. Looking at the empty plates, they felt a little unsatisfied: "Girl Wen, when will this cake be available again?"
"We have to wait until after the New Year, but this cake won't last very long, three days at most."
"If you want to do it after the New Year, please tell us and we will order some."
"Of course that's no problem. Just have someone let me know when the time comes. The other pastries I brought this time are also quite suitable for your taste buds."
"That's very thoughtful of you, kid."
Seeing that they still had important matters to discuss, Old Master Song said, "Old woman, let's go back and rest." After saying that, he took away the box of snacks that Wen Zhenyi brought.
Mr. Song and the others looked at the snack boxes that were taken away, and they were all so sad that they couldn't even cry. They also wanted to try it!
Wen Zhenyi took in their expressions and a smile appeared on his face.
Mr. Song looked at her with a sad face: "Why don't you bring more things?"
Wen Zhenyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't expect you had so many family members."
Mr. Song waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. Let's get down to business. Are you here to discuss the hot pot business with me?"
"Yes. This business can be done here, but it's even better in the colder north."
"That's true, but it's not very convenient to eat."
"As long as there are matching utensils, it won't be so inconvenient to eat."
"Miss Wen, are you planning to sell your house or cooperate?"
"There are many varieties of soup bases for this hot pot. It's time-consuming and difficult to control if the seller makes it for you."
Mr. Song picked up the teacup on the table and asked, "So you want to sell the base?"
"Not all base materials are for sale. This is the only kind of base material I can sell you. Other base materials are not suitable for long-distance transportation."
"So what are you doing?"
"Just buy this base material from me. As for the other base material recipes, if you give me 10,000 taels every year, I will also provide you with the cookware blueprints."
Mr. Song narrowed his eyes. Ten thousand taels a year was no small sum. He was still a little undecided about the new food, hot pot. "I'll think about it."
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