To be honest, the old lady couldn't understand a single word on it and thought it looked like scribbles, but it was written by her granddaughter, who is a lucky charm and will definitely be able to do it!
"Sweetie, what do we do now? Take this recipe and try to sell it? Who would we sell it to?"
Although the old lady was arrogant and domineering in the village, she didn't dare to act like that outside. She didn't know anyone and really didn't dare to speak up.
"Grandma, let's go to the restaurant. We can just go over there."
She had read a few time-travel novels before, where selling recipes could make you rich and even get a share of the restaurant's profits. You might even meet a prince someday—how wonderful!
The idea is certainly wonderful, but I wonder how it will turn out.
Just then, Mo Yan and the others finished preparing the yard and went to the mountains to set up traps. They caught a wild boar, bled it, and were about to send it to the restaurant.
They met at the restaurant. No, it should be said that Mo Yan and the others were in the kitchen, having sold the wild boar, and were about to head back when they saw them coming.
The moment he saw it, Dahua quickly stepped back, "Mom, I saw Grandma and that little darling."
Mo Yan also saw that after the two of them came in, they were looking around cautiously, as if they were carrying a huge sum of money and were afraid of being discovered.
That's not calm enough.
Even a thief could tell there was something wrong with them.
It gives the impression that they are trying to cover something up.
"Shopkeeper!"
My little one suddenly tapped on the counter, but because he's a bit short, I could only take a picture from the side.
The shopkeeper frowned, somewhat puzzled. "Excuse me, young lady, is there anything I can help you with?"
"I'm here to discuss a big deal with you."
"What kind of business?"
It's just that the shopkeeper has a good temper; otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered with her.
That brat acted like he was so awesome and told everyone to fawn over him, which was absolutely ridiculous.
"I have some recipes here, how about I sell them to you?"
The shopkeeper: "???"
The shopkeeper sized them up. At this time, everything was about inheritance, either passed down from father to son or from master to apprentice. If someone really had a skill, they wouldn't be dressed so simply.
"What kind of recipe?" The shopkeeper didn't look down on them; he even asked. If it was really useful or really good, they would buy it and even buy it outright.
Judge the price based on the taste and the secrecy of the recipe.
If another chef can completely replicate this after taking a bite, then it's not very valuable.
After all, every restaurant wants to have its own signature dish.
"Bring us some of your local food first, then some snacks or something, and I'll tell you what to do next."
That's how it's written in novels; as long as you say that, the shopkeeper will think she has some kind of background.
"Excuse me, young lady, if you want to sell recipes, you have to let me see them first, or you can make them yourself. Of course, you also have to pay us for the entire recipe. We'll see if what you make is worth buying."
We can't just believe you have some kind of family recipe just because you say a few things.
They run a restaurant, so they can't just take a young girl and say a few words about her family recipes and believe her.
If you want to sell something, you have to show it to them and let them see the quality.
Just like Mo Yan, she came over to show the chef the wild boar meat and found that her cooking didn't have much flavor, so she was given a first-class price.
This made Guai Bao feel uneasy. How could this be? "Manager, don't worry, you definitely won't lose money. These recipes of mine are absolutely unique to your restaurant. After you take them over, you will definitely become the best restaurant."
"Any young girl can talk big, right? You must be down-to-earth and let the facts speak for themselves no matter what you do."
I told you that if you can, we'll buy the ingredients for you and make the finished product. Let us see if your recipe is worth buying. If it is, then you don't need to pay for the ingredients. If not, you only need to pay for the ingredients.
Otherwise, people would come every day wanting to sell recipes, and we'd have to deliver loads of food to them—that's impossible.
Even those who wanted to sell recipes didn't cook in the back kitchen of their restaurant, but in another small room.
Their restaurant wouldn't let one person's reputation be ruined.
"All right."
Guai Bao finally had to agree and took the old lady to that room. It had basic dishes and seasonings, such as oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, but nothing else.
Looking at these things, Guai Bao was completely baffled; she had no idea what to do.
"Grandma, let me tell you how to do it, and you can do it. As long as you listen to me, you can't go wrong."
"OK."
"Let's make scrambled eggs with tomatoes first, since we don't have any tomatoes here."
The little one looked around and found that there were no tomatoes. So how was this supposed to be made? We couldn't just not make it, could we?
"What is a tomato?" Grandma asked, puzzled. She didn't know.
"It's red and tastes sweet and sour. I thought it was just not found in our village, but I didn't expect it to be here too."
After saying that, Guai Bao felt something was off. "I saw it in a book."
Thinking that her granddaughter was a lucky charm and that her grandsons were also teaching her to read, the old lady had no more suspicions.
But Guai Bao felt something was wrong. When she found potatoes in the village, she thought the world had everything, but she didn't expect there wasn't. It was so infuriating!
It would be very troublesome if we didn't have it.
"It's okay, let's make the next dish then, Grandma, let's make shredded pork with garlic sauce." But isn't shredded pork with garlic sauce made with fish?
Does this contain starch, chicken bouillon, or MSG?
If it were someone who had studied cooking, these problems could be solved, but this darling of the group is really hopeless. She's a complete novice in the kitchen, and without the right seasonings, she can't cook anything.
"Grandma... I'll have their chef cook it."
Guai Bao told the shopkeeper, who took a look and found the writing so messy and illegible. They also didn't recognize the seasonings the girl mentioned. This made the shopkeeper suspicious. "Little girl, this isn't your recipe, is it? Where did you see it?"
Baby: "..."
Baidu, but you really can't say that right now.
"I saw it in an old book, but I've lost that book. Would you buy it?"
She just wanted to know if she could make money.
"If you don't buy it, you won't find any of these materials. Even if we buy them, we won't be able to make it. You can try other restaurants."
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