Han Santong gave a thumbs up, "The old lady is truly a heroine among women. I admire her greatly."
Han Sifang echoed his sentiments from the side.
Mr. Huang laughed heartily.
He accepted the silver note with a smile and prepared to see the guest downstairs. Han Sifang spoke obsequiously,
"Madam, could you sell a few of those recipes you mentioned to our Wangyue Tower? The price is negotiable."
"Haha, I knew you still had something to say."
As you know, my family runs a food stall. If we sell all these recipes, we'll lose our signature dishes.
Han Sifang also realized he had gone too far and was about to apologize when Zhao Qingyan said...
"Grandma, have you forgotten? We still have recipes for a few main dishes."
Our family's Buddha Jumps Over the Wall dish is perfect for Wangyuelou to be their signature dish, since the ingredients aren't something our small household can always prepare.
"Why not sell it to Wangyue Tower? If you're reluctant, you can ask them for more money."
After saying that, he winked at Huang.
Manager Erhan was a little unaccustomed to the way the Zhao family, grandfather and grandson, interacted.
Even if they wanted to rip them off, they didn't have to be so blunt. But the dish names alone sound delicious.
"Madam, the name of this dish sounds nice, but we don't know how it will taste. Would you mind making one for us to try?"
Huang really wanted to kill them, she thought to herself.
"I want to try some too. My granddaughter didn't pack many, just a few portions. I only tried it once, and it was gone before I got my fill. You want some? You can dream on!"
"Oh, it's not that I don't want to make it for you to try right away, it's just that you don't know how many days it takes to prepare the ingredients."
The ingredients alone number in the dozens. Putting aside everything else, the sea cucumber alone needs to be soaked in water beforehand, not to mention shark fin, abalone, dried scallops, fish lips, deer tendons, and so on. Even if you asked me, an old woman, to make all of this now, I wouldn't be able to, would I?
"How about this, I won't sell you the recipe, so you won't have to worry."
As soon as Huang finished speaking, Han Santong became nervous again.
Madam Huang smiled faintly, picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and continued.
"Don't rush, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Even if I don't sell it to you, I can give you the recipe first, and then you can have the master chef make it according to the recipe.
We can adopt a profit-sharing cooperation model.
I'm not greedy. For every serving of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall you sell, just give me ten percent of the silver. Is that acceptable?
Let me emphasize again, this 10% is the selling price, not your net profit!
Han Santong said, "Madam, aren't you afraid we'll falsify the accounts and swindle you out of your money?"
Huang laughed heartily.
"Have you forgotten that we used to work together selling wine? You were willing to send so much money, so what's a mere recipe for a dish?"
For the sake of better cooperation and mutual benefit for both of us, I cannot be a greedy person.
How about this profit-sharing arrangement for Buddha Jumps Over the Wall? Once my share reaches 3,000 taels of silver, there's no need for further profit-sharing; the rest is yours to keep. Is that acceptable?
In reality, even the most expensive recipes, in Huang's eyes, would be considered high if they sold for thirty or fifty taels.
The reason for discussing cooperation first and then price is that it will inevitably make people feel that you are making concessions.
Moreover, the price was set at 3,000 taels, leaving enough room for negotiation.
As for feeling sorry for the recipe, that's not an option.
My daughter said that her family couldn't possibly rely entirely on opening a tasting shop to expand their business.
Furthermore, in the future, all male members of the family will have to take the imperial examination route, so the business aspect will have to be weakened.
After some back and forth, the two parties finally signed a contract, with Wangyuelou agreeing to purchase the recipe for Buddha Jumps Over the Wall for a limit of 2,000 taels of silver.
Of course, now that the contract has been signed, no money will be given to them.
As for other collaborations, it's not the right time yet.
It would be better if someone in the family could take the next step in their career. This was something the family had already discussed before.
For the time being, the Zhao family is able to live comfortably thanks to their food stalls and farmland.
Moreover, they've taken advantage of Wangyue Tower quite a bit over the past year.
If you're frugal and thrifty, you can live a comfortable life as a family, just eating and waiting to die.
When Manager Er Han received the recipe for Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, he felt a little dizzy looking at the list of ingredients.
No wonder the Zhao family was willing to sell it; most families really couldn't afford to make this dish.
Besides the ingredients mentioned above, the remaining ingredients include turtle skirt, pigeon eggs, duck gizzards, fish maw, fish maw, dried scallops, pigeons, spare ribs, razor clams, Jinhua ham, pork belly, lamb shank, pig's trotters, tendons, free-range hen breast, free-range yellow-billed duck breast, chicken gizzard, duck gizzard, shiitake mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, etc.
It takes some effort to gather all of these together.
Well, since they haven't given us any recipes yet, we haven't lost anything, right?
Even if the vegetables don't sell, it's still a good idea to cook them for the master.
The two Hans simultaneously realized this, and immediately despised themselves in their hearts.
"Pah! There's no dish that Wangyuelou can't sell, and there's no dish that Wangyuelou can't cook well."
My confidence instantly surged again.
Han Xuri watched as his two shopkeepers came downstairs with silly grins, carefully carrying a bunch of things. He knew that these two must feel like they had gotten a great deal.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be making that silly face.
Seeing that it was getting late, Han Xuri, Lord Duan, Lord Qiu, Madam Wang, and their entourage left together.
As for the time to come and pick up the grain seeds, Han Xuri will make separate arrangements.
I just want to emphasize again that you must keep a close eye on the grains at home and make sure they are not lost or damaged.
The Zhao family understood Han Xuri's concerns very well, as food is the foundation of a country.
Good grain seeds should naturally be cherished.
This time, the Zhao family kept 5,000 catties of each type of sweet potato and yam, and sold the rest to Han Xuri, or more accurately, to the imperial court.
Today's banquet at the Han family's residence is indeed due to the participation of several important figures, including Han Xuri, Duan, and Qiu.
Those who ate at the later part of the banquet did not get to eat dry-pot potato slices and candied sweet potatoes. Instead, they were served stir-fried eggs with chives and stewed pork belly with cabbage.
The Zhao family just did what the adults told them to do.
For the villagers, being able to eat meat and eggs is actually more appealing than eating vegetarian dishes.
The children who were served later were very sad, because they had heard from others that the sweet dish was delicious.
When an important person leaves, the whole group naturally stands up to see them off.
The guests in the courtyard were no exception.
Everyone craned their necks, eager to see what the high-ranking official looked like, whether he was more handsome and extraordinary than them, these common folk, and whether he was as rumored to have large earlobes and hands that reached past his knees.
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