Jiang Sheng was puzzled. Wasn't the head chef quite influential at Youranju? How could buying dried green beans cause such a dramatic scene?
But they forgot that the head chef hadn't even asked Aunt Zhang how to stew the chicken.
For a chef with decades of experience, he can know the specific method of making any dish just by tasting it a couple of times.
However, it is still quite difficult to make it exactly the same.
But the blunder with the pastry earlier made the head chef too embarrassed to ask about the specific details of the green bean stewed chicken. He could only grit his teeth, steel his resolve, and return to Youranju to try it himself.
the next day.
The head manager's face darkened when he saw the large basin full of dried green beans that had been soaked.
"What are you doing bringing all this filthy stuff? You're not really going to buy it, are you?" he yelled. "Master Kong, wake up! Who would eat dried green beans?"
The head chef ignored him and continued to stir-fry the chicken, tend the fire, and add the side dishes with all his might.
When you feel it's almost done, lift the lid and a wonderful aroma wafts out. The thick broth coats the green beans, vermicelli, and chicken, bubbling and tumbling under the flames.
The manager's grumbling abruptly subsided, replaced by swallowing hard.
Immediately afterward, the quick-witted waiter rushed in and said urgently, "Manager, the customers outside smelled the aroma from the kitchen and asked if new dishes have been served. They said they'd like one of the same ones."
The head chef finally raised his head and gave the manager a defiant look.
The head manager, "..."
No amount of words can compare to the actual deliciousness, let alone the feedback from our customers.
Back when Zheng Ruqian was selling sausages at Youranju in Anshui County, Manager Hao was also impatient and thought they were causing trouble, so he sent his waiter to chase them away.
Later, attracted by the unique aroma of Chinese sausage and after tasting steamed cured meats, a steady stream of business collaborations began.
Upon arriving in Fengjing, Zheng Ruqian and his sister tried to replicate the same method to conquer Fengjing Youranju.
However, they were defeated by the pride of the people of Fengjing.
Even if they accepted the preserved meats and even if the two sides cooperated, it didn't stop the people of Fengjing from being arrogant and looking down on the things they brought.
The same applies to red dates, hawthorn berries, chestnuts, and dried green beans.
Jiang Sheng had already thought about it when she delivered the dried green beans. If she could sell them, she would; if not, she would consider it an opportunity to broaden Xiao Song's horizons. Plus, she unexpectedly heard a short opera excerpt, so it was practically a guaranteed profit.
But who would have thought that her casual, polite remarks would attract the head chef and sell out all the dried green beans?
This time, it wasn't delivered to their door; rather, Youranju took the initiative to collect it.
The entrance to the second courtyard.
The head manager and the master chef appeared together, one looking refreshed and the other wearing a fake smile.
"Young lady, how many dried green beans do you have left?" The head manager asked stiffly. "We at Youranju will take them all."
Before Jiang Sheng could speak, Wang Xiaosong, who was standing to the side, started shouting, "What do you want? Didn't you say you didn't care? This stuff is from a small place like Anshui County. Don't tarnish your fancy restaurant."
For the first time, Brother Xiaosong's mouth was so fluent and his voice so pleasant.
Jiang Sheng turned around and gave a thumbs up.
Wang Xiaosong became even more proud, straightening his chest, completely unaware of the manager's darkening expression.
“I…” He was about to get angry.
The head chef next to him coughed and said, "Several distinguished guests have already ordered this dish. They said they would tear down Youranju if they didn't have it. You're the manager, so you decide what to do."
The head manager cursed inwardly.
Master Kong is a scoundrel. He could have come and buy it himself, but he insisted on making him come out. And just as Master Kong said, several important people have already ordered stewed green beans with pork.
For the sake of business and for the sake of Youranju, the head manager had no choice but to grovel and say, "It was all my fault before. Dried green beans are a good thing. From now on, Youranju will take as much as you do well."
"Really?" Jiang Sheng drawled. "I wonder what price the shopkeeper charges for dried green beans?"
Speaking of which, dried green beans are really not cheap.
When they first started making them, the aunties in the workshop were inexperienced. They could only dry two pounds of fresh green beans to a little over one ounce, which was a bit too dry.
Later, as I became more skilled and increased the quantity, I could consistently produce one ounce of dried fruit from one pound of dried fruit.
Fresh green beans cost two or three coins per pound, while drying them into a pound of dried green beans costs at least twenty or thirty coins, not including labor and site costs.
Zheng Ruqian initially bought it in Anyang County for 50 wen per catty, and later sold it to Youranju in Anshui County for 100 wen per catty.
When we get to Fengjing, the price will definitely go up a bit.
Jiang Sheng tilted her head, her big, round eyes fixed on the head manager, as if trying to see what price he was willing to pay.
This terrified the fat shopkeeper.
That's too high a price; Youranju is losing money.
If I give her too little, I'm afraid she'll get upset.
"Two...two hundred coins per catty?" the head manager asked tentatively, noting that this was already close to the price of high-end pastries in Fengjing.
I think that's the price for jujube cake.
But glutinous rice flour is so expensive, while dried green beans are so cheap.
Jiang Sheng's little head clicked, and she came to her senses. "Okay, I'll give them all to you."
Her agreement was so readily accepted that the head manager's eyes widened, wondering if he had overpaid.
Since the words had already been spoken, he could only grit his teeth and accept them.
In the blink of an eye, the carriage from You Ran Ju departed carrying four hundred catties of dried green beans.
Jiang Sheng counted the eighty taels of silver that had arrived in her account, beaming with joy.
Wang Xiaosong shouted behind her, "Now Fengjing's Youranju won't look down on us anymore, right?"
Jiang Sheng put away the silver, before she could even speak.
Chang Yan replied calmly, "That's not necessarily true."
The pride of Fengjing people is ingrained in their bones, and their disdain for outsiders is also innate.
I want them to approve.
Disaster.
Perhaps only the eldest brother, with his refined and gentle demeanor, would amaze the people of Fengjing.
Or perhaps it's the hardworking and diligent second brother who can catch Fengjing's eye.
Changyan was confident that his two older brothers would soon shine brightly in Fengjing. They were not from Fengjing, but they were more outstanding than the people of Fengjing.
They are confident and energetic, diligent and hardworking, conscientious and meticulous, and intelligent and earnest.
They traveled from small towns to big cities, gradually enriching not only their minds but also their wings.
My second brother has his own business, shops, and a shrewd mind.
My elder brother has his own studies and his own friends; he will enter officialdom sooner or later.
They are really, really great.
He is no less than any of the native sons of Fengjing.
Chang Yan turned his head and looked in the direction of the imperial city, a hint of disdain and a sense of relief showing in his eyes.
Thank goodness.
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