He asked in confusion, "Old man, is something the matter?"
The old man's address made Chen Xian feel inferior.
Old man Chen Xian had a strange expression on his face. He ladled out a large bowl of braised meat and a bowl of braised pork knuckle from the pot.
"These are the dishes from my family's food stall. Do you think they're alright? If so, you can name your price and I'll sell them to you."
Manager Jiang looked at the brightly colored pork, which trembled and shook.
Almost instantly, the fragrance filled the entire lobby.
The waiter clicked his tongue in surprise, feeling somewhat relieved.
Fortunately, I didn't look down on him and turned this country bumpkin away.
Manager Jiang hesitated for a moment. As far as he knew, pork could become smelly if not properly processed.
He doesn't usually like to eat these kinds of things; he mostly eats mutton, chicken, duck, and goose.
But despite its tempting appearance, it was soft and tender when I gently picked it up with my chopsticks.
"Um?"
The fragrance lingered on the lips and mouth in an instant.
Manager Jiang felt somewhat euphoric.
His words were concise and to the point.
Name your price, old man.
It should be possible to get it for a few dozen taels of silver.
Chen Xian had automatically become immune to the word "old man" and held up his finger, "One hundred taels per fare."
"What?"
The waiter scolded, "How dare you speak so boldly, old man? In my opinion, a dish costing several tens of taels is already the highest price. This is just ordinary food."
Manager Jiang remained silent.
Chen Xian cupped his hands in farewell: "I'll take my leave now. I'll go to Taoranju to inquire."
Upon hearing this, Manager Jiang's expression turned somewhat bitter.
He laughed and said, "You old man, you're really cunning."
He said with some reluctance, "One hundred taels is indeed a bit too much. Brother, could you please raise the price?"
I could see the conflicted look on the other person's face.
“When we come up with new dishes in the future, I will sell them to Manager Jiang first. I can also teach you how to make my family’s pig’s blood.”
As he spoke, Chen Xian brought over a small bowl of pig's blood.
Manager Jiang, filled with anticipation, savored the taste.
He bowed his head and smiled.
"Alright, it's fate that we met. Since this is your first time visiting our home, old man, it's a great honor for Baiweilou."
"make a deal."
Based on the price of 100 taels per dish, Chen Xian received 200 taels.
The Chen family members left with beaming smiles.
The guy was so envious his eyes were practically tingling.
"The shopkeeper's money was two hundred taels, and you just gave it to them like that?"
Manager Jiang scolded, "I'm warning you, you shouldn't have such thoughts of dying."
The waiter gave an awkward smile.
"Shopkeeper, what are you saying? I've been a timid person since I was a child, and I don't even dare to walk at night in the dark."
Manager Jiang touched the paper, treating it as if it were a precious treasure.
The paper was covered with tiny, elegant characters that were very pleasing to the eye, clearly the result of a lot of hard work.
After I came to my senses...
Seeing the handwriting, he realized he could read and write, and suddenly remembered something, saying in a strange tone, "How could a farmer write such beautiful characters? Could this person be a scholar?"
How strange!
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