The ingredients are simple, but the proportions are anything but.
Furthermore, since she didn't shop much last night, Qiu Yan plans to add a few more ingredients to further enhance the flavor.
"This..." The chef was initially tempted; five taels of silver was practically free.
But then he thought again, a smile curved his lips, he took a step back, clasped his hands in a fist and said:
“Young lady, if you don’t mind, from now on you will be my master. Master, could you please teach me this recipe for fresh ingredients?”
"Huh?" Qiu Yan never expected that this uncle would think of becoming her apprentice.
She thought the man would agree to what she said, but unexpectedly, he was trying to get something for nothing.
What a clever uncle.
"Uncle, you're joking."
Qin Susu held back her laughter, "Uncle, you're old enough to be Xiaoyan's father."
"I'm not joking. So what if I'm old? Who says that you can't become an apprentice just because you're old?"
The chef wanted to become Qiu Yan's apprentice, but Qiu Yan had no intention of taking on any apprentices.
"It's getting late, you should go back and rest." They were already sleepy, and if they didn't go to sleep soon, it would be dawn.
The chef wanted to say more, but seeing that Qiu Yan and the others had already cleared away the dishes, tidied up the kitchen, and gone to the guest rooms, he could only leave dejectedly.
The next morning, a fresh and fragrant aroma filled the entire kitchen.
After the rest of the kitchen staff started their work, they learned that four guests had borrowed the kitchen, and they couldn't help but wonder what kind of special meals the guests had prepared for themselves the night before.
Although Qiu Yan only slept half the night, she was preoccupied with business matters and got up early this morning, just as dawn was breaking.
When she came out of her room, she saw the innkeeper sitting in front of the counter, directing the waiters to run errands. She then went down to the second floor.
"Good morning, young lady." The shopkeeper nodded to Qiu Yan with his signature smile. Qiu Yan had a unique air about her, and the shopkeeper remembered her after seeing her.
"Good morning, shopkeeper," Qiu Yan replied politely.
"Girls, what did you eat last night? This morning, the kitchen smelled delicious."
"We ate wontons," Qiu Yan said truthfully.
She was mentally planning how to sell her fresh produce to the shopkeeper.
After all, I still need to survive in the future.
Before he could even speak, he saw the chef from last night walking towards him.
"Young lady, may I speak to you in private?"
Qiu Yan followed the chef to a secluded corner.
I thought the chef was going to agree to my suggestion from last night, but unexpectedly, his first words were...
"I want to work for you."
"Huh? Uncle, what do you mean?" Qiu Yan asked, puzzled.
The chef smiled slightly.
“Girl, after you left last night, I thought about it for half the night and couldn’t sleep.”
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
“You said yesterday that your family sells wontons.”
Qiu Yan nodded: "And then?"
"Since you run a wonton shop, why not open another one? That way, your secret ingredients won't be leaked. If you're going to do it, do it this way, a unique business."
Qiu Yan: "..." Should she agree, or should she agree?
The idea of expanding business to Qin County is intriguing.
She certainly wanted a unique business opportunity.
Baiyang Wonton Shop and Xingyuelou are booming businesses, and half of the reason is their fresh ingredients.
But,
“We’ve spent all our money, where are we going to get the money to open a shop?”
“If you want to open one, then go ahead. I’ll sell you this recipe for forty-five taels.” Qiu Yan didn’t want to open a wonton shop.
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