After his initial rage, Song Jiaren suddenly felt much calmer.
His Zuixianju restaurant has remained a mainstay in Qingshui County for many years, not only because of his ruthlessness, but also because he understands the importance of assessing the situation and knowing when to yield and never provoking those he shouldn't.
If the Su siblings were truly just a rootless, homeless country family, they could have been easily taken care of by anyone.
But if someone is backing them up, then this matter needs to be considered carefully.
After all, most ordinary rural people are timid and don't know where to put their hands and feet when they enter the city, but the Su siblings are so bold that they openly insult him and don't take his Zuixianju restaurant seriously at all.
Furthermore, while the chefs at his restaurant could at least grasp about 60-70% of the good recipes they usually encountered, they had absolutely no clue about the recipe for this spicy hot pot.
How did an ordinary rural family obtain such an unusual recipe?
Could it be that you really came up with this by just thinking about it in your head?
The servant hesitated.
A hint of disdain flashed across his thin face. "Don't worry, boss. I was following the Su siblings' oxcart the whole way. After they bought pig offal at the West Street market, they went straight out of the city and headed towards Cangwu Town."
In a remote and impoverished place like Cangwu Town, apart from Doctor Zhou who needed some attention, there were no other notable figures.
Dr. Zhou was solely devoted to art and had an eccentric personality; there was absolutely no way he could have any connection with the Su siblings.
As for the young master of the Qin family, whom he had been watching while waiting at the entrance of Baichuan Academy, he automatically ignored him.
This Tianxiang Restaurant in Qingshui County belongs to the young master of the Qin family. If the Su siblings really have a relationship with the young master of the Qin family, why would this spicy hot pot restaurant be placed in front of the school to earn a few pennies?
Wouldn't it be a thousand times or even ten thousand times faster to just hand it over to the Qin family?
Upon hearing this, Song Jiaren felt a slight sense of relief.
A hint of gloom flashed in his eyes. "Pork offal? I almost forgot, half of the ingredients in this mala tang are pork and pork offal."
Since the Su siblings are so ungrateful, let's prepare for both possibilities. If we want to seize the recipe, you should also have a good talk with the butchers in the market.
They insulted my Drunken Immortal Abode; I'll make them kneel and beg me for forgiveness!
"Don't worry, sir, I've already taken care of the pig offal!" The servant grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth in a sinister smile. "The Su siblings went home empty-handed today, which will definitely affect their mala tang business tomorrow. As long as we find the right opportunity to add fuel to the fire, we can wait for them to deliver the recipe to our door at Zuixianju!"
As he said this, a surge of lustful desire suddenly rose in his lower abdomen.
Tomorrow, not only will the prescription be delivered to my door, but that pretty young lady will also be delivered to my door.
Not only was she beautiful enough to win his heart, but her fiery personality was also incredibly alluring. Just imagining the feeling of pinning this little firecracker beneath him made his lust rise uncontrollably.
Today her third brother slapped her, tomorrow he'll make her pay back in bed!
"Well done!" Song Jiaren looked at the servant whose face was gradually turning red and assumed he was asking for credit.
He immediately waved his hand and said, "As long as you get the mala tang recipe by tomorrow, the rest of the twenty taels of silver is yours as a reward."
Upon hearing this, the servant immediately beamed with joy and repeatedly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you so much, sir! Thank you so much, sir! Rest assured, sir, I will handle things perfectly and will never let you down!"
Originally, it was thought that if the Su siblings refused to sell their son, the ten taels of silver that were almost in their hands would be lost.
Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better. He could invite a few people to cause a ruckus at Su's spicy hot pot stall. It wouldn't cost much, and wouldn't most of the twenty taels go into his pocket?
It's absolutely gorgeous!
Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.
When Su Hua and her group returned to Shanghe Village, the setting sun was already half-hidden on the edge of the mountains, draping the verdant mountains in a thin layer of golden gauze.
At the entrance of the village, under the crooked sycamore tree, many villagers were sitting on the tree roots, eating their rice bowls and chatting as they ate, but their eyes were all fixed intently on the direction of the mountain road.
Until the clatter of horses' hooves sounded from afar, growing louder as they approached.
The group paused in their eating and hurriedly ran towards the carriage.
When she saw the man on the carriage shaft, she swallowed back all the words she was about to say, and her eyes flashed with amazement.
The man lazily pulled on the reins, his ink-black hair held up with a wooden hairpin, and he wore a well-fitting sky-blue fine cotton robe. The hem of the robe was embroidered with dark green thread depicting stalks of green bamboo. He had handsome features and a cold, hard temperament.
He exudes an aura of distance that keeps strangers at bay.
Compared to those who toil in the fields, they are like two completely unrelated groups.
A few people who had met Xiao Jinhan before and knew his relationship with the Su family pursed their lips and pointed towards the carriage, asking, "Jinhan, is Hua in the carriage?"
Upon hearing this, the villagers, unaware of the situation, instantly turned their initial amazement into a sigh.
So this is Xiao Jinhan, the eldest son of the Xiao family.
It's a pity that such a celestial-like man was lame.
Xiao Jinhan paid no attention to the gazes of the crowd, only glancing at the old man and nodding slightly.
A crisp sound came from the carriage.
"Third Uncle!"
The old man turned his head and saw that the carriage curtain was slightly lifted, revealing only a small, porcelain-white, delicate face. "Hua'er, have you caught a cold?"
Su Hua shook her head and smiled, "It's a bit chilly, I can't stand the wind! Did Third Uncle need something from me?"
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