A few hours ago, they were still worried about the food problem, but they didn't expect that they would have to buy tens of thousands of kilograms of food in an instant. This was something they couldn't even imagine, but it really happened.
After Xie Ruiyuan looked at the food, he prepared to leave.
"Master, are we going back to the villa?"
"Xinghua Village."
"Hey, eh!"
Qingxi knew that the food in the house and the cellar was related to Mengyue.
All her previous opinions about Mengyue were eliminated, and she now hoped that her prince would go to Xinghua Village.
It's not that I want the prince to sell his body so that I can get more food from Mengyue, but I have been single for so many years, and it's not easy for him to have a woman. Of course I can't let her go and I have to hold on to her tightly.
As for Meng Yue's status, she is not high. When I become the crown prince, there is no need to bother with such a small matter. I can solve it in minutes.
Besides, who in the court dares to raise objections? It’s all up to their master to decide.
The most important thing at the moment is of course food.
Without the prejudice against Mengyue, Qingxi now sees Mengyue as perfect in every way: beautiful, skilled in martial arts, and a good cook. The food she cooks is so delicious that it's almost indescribable.
He also knows medical skills. Compared with Doctor Luo Shen, he doesn't know who has better medical skills.
But he knew that Doctor Luo Shen had no way to cure the cold poison in the prince, but Mengyue could easily come up with a prescription to suppress it, and might even be able to make an antidote.
Thinking about this, Qingxi immediately felt that Mengyue was definitely worthy of their prince.
Mengyue had no idea that someone was heading to Xinghua Village looking for her.
She left Banyue Villa and used her teleportation ability to move to a house in the town, moving out 100,000 kilograms of food from the space.
After making sure that all the doors and windows were closed so that no one could easily notice, and that there was a large amount of food hidden in the house, they rushed to Xinghua Village.
After having a meal at Fumanlou and receiving a share of the profits of 8,000 taels, Mengyue suddenly felt that she had no shortage of money.
He was in a very heroic manner when he was on his way and used teleportation without saying a word.
I went back home and caught a few ducks to make roast duck.
Since cooperating with the Qian family is so profitable, she thought again and again, why not cooperate on more projects, so that the profits will be greater.
[Host, the roast duck will definitely be a big hit once it's ready. Why don't we make it ourselves? And the spices. We've been in Da Zhou for so long, and we still don't have any here. The market is huge.]
[Also, if we do it ourselves, wouldn't we earn more money? Then, host, wouldn't you be able to easily achieve teleportation freedom, and I could also achieve culinary freedom.]
Mengyue, who was making roast duck, paused for a moment when she heard this, and then continued to prepare the duck as if nothing had happened.
However, although her hands were busy, her mind was working very fast.
She had indeed never considered starting her own food business before, but what Tuanzi said made sense.
Although Tuanzi wanted to eat delicious food anytime, which was a little selfish, her suggestion was indeed worth her careful consideration.
By cooperating with the Qian family and teaching them how to cook delicious food, she could make a profit without any effort.
Compared to the Qian family, she only took two cents in profit, which seemed a little less, but that was on the basis that she didn't contribute anything.
As long as she doesn't want to make a lot of money, there is nothing wrong with doing this, but if she wants to never have to worry about money in the future, she still has to do her own business.
【Tuanzi, this is a good idea. 】
[Right, right, we can make roast duck ourselves, so don't give it to the Qian family's Fu Man Lou.]
[Hehe, I may disappoint you, but the roast duck really should go to Fu Man Lou.]
Tuanzi didn't hear the answer he wanted and couldn't help but wail.
【ah! 】
Seeing Tuanzi on the verge of tears but unable to cry, Mengyue spoke again.
[However, we can make beer duck, braised duck, spicy duck, five-flavor duck, pan-fried duck breast, and roasted duck legs.]
[Host, is this true? You didn't lie to me.]
【Forget it if you don’t believe it.】
【Believe, I believe.】
The dumpling who looked hopeless just now suddenly became full of energy and jumped up and down to talk to the king of kings.
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