Although Chen Fugui had not yet personally tasted these two types of vermicelli, many diners had already praised them highly.
In addition, the old monk who was in charge of introducing the ingredients also mentioned that these two types of vermicelli have good storage resistance and can be stored for several months without easily spoiling.
Based on his years of business experience and keen business sense, he was convinced that such a good product would be loved by the general public.
After hearing that he wanted to collaborate with her, Yun Zhizhi's opinion of Chen Fugui changed. Although he was a womanizer, he had a good business sense and realized the huge potential of vermicelli so quickly.
Originally, her plan was to open a vermicelli workshop and sell the vermicelli in her own grocery store.
Now that merchants are taking the initiative to seek cooperation, she naturally won't refuse them easily.
If both parties can have a pleasant discussion and reach a cooperation agreement, why not?
So they walked together to a nearby deserted tree.
Chen Fugui looked directly at her and said, "Miss Malatang, I intend to buy your vermicelli from you long-term. What do you think? You can set the price first."
"Fern root vermicelli is 25 yuan per catty, and sweet potato vermicelli is 20 yuan per catty."
Although fern roots don't cost money, they need to be harvested manually, which requires paying wages. Moreover, the amount of starch produced from fern roots is lower than that from sweet potatoes.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Yun Zhizhi decided to raise the price of fern root vermicelli.
After saying that, Yun Zhizhi added, "Young Master Chen, I don't have any extra stock right now. If you want to buy, you'll probably have to wait about half a month."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fugui fanned himself, pondered for a moment, and then began to bargain: "It's alright, I can wait. But how about I sell these two types of vermicelli to you at 22 coins per catty? This time I need 1,000 catties of each type of vermicelli."
Yun Zhizhi considered it for a moment and felt that the price was acceptable, so she readily agreed: "Okay."
The two then discussed details such as delivery time, and the cooperation was verbally agreed upon.
Later, after Chen Fugui and his seven concubines tried the spicy hot pot, they were captivated by this novel delicacy. In particular, after tasting the smooth and chewy rice noodles, they became even more confident in their cooperation with Yun Zhizhi.
As evening fell, Zhao Yunjin appeared once again at the entrance of Lishan Academy.
He was originally busy with official duties, but when he heard Zhao Wu return and report that Yun Zhizhi had almost become a wealthy merchant's eighth concubine, he immediately exuded a cold aura, scaring everyone around him away.
For peace of mind.
So, he took advantage of the time while he was having dinner to come and see her.
Fortunately, she wasn't blind.
While eating her spicy hot pot, Yun Zhizhi glanced at Zhao Yunjin, who was staring intently at her, and grinned, "Is there something on my face?"
After a moment of silence, Zhao Yunjin slowly said, "No. I just couldn't help but take another look because you were eating so deliciously."
After saying that, Zhao Yunjin looked at Yun Zhizhi and said in a deep, resonant voice, "I heard that you almost became someone else's concubine today."
Upon hearing this, Yun Zhizhi stopped what she was doing, looked up at Zhao Yunjin, and joked, "Are you making fun of me too?"
Then, she added firmly, "But I can tell you, I would never become someone's concubine just for the sake of wealth and status."
Zhao Yunjin's lips curled up slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, and he said, "No, I'm here to praise you for being lucky that you weren't blind."
"Of course!"
Yun Zhizhi laughed triumphantly, then waved her fist and pretended to be angry, muttering, "If my husband ever dares to take a concubine under my nose, I will definitely break his third leg."
A third leg?
Zhao Yunjin seemed to understand Yun Zhizhi's words. He quickly glanced at his spot and suddenly felt a chill.
She's truly unique; the things she says are always so unexpected.
Fortunately, he was not a lecherous man, nor did he have the time or inclination for such things.
Otherwise, they might really end up with no descendants.
Zhao Yunjin's lips curled slightly, and she chuckled, "Oh? Is that so?"
Yun Zhizhi blinked her bright black eyes and asked playfully, "What? Does the Sixth Prince not believe I would do such a thing?"
Zhao Yunjin shook his head and looked at her: "Of course I believe you will do this."
Yun Zhizhi nodded in satisfaction and continued to enjoy the delicious mala tang.
Tonight, another fourteen students sneaked out under the cover of darkness to come and savor this mouthwatering spicy hot pot.
Two other students originally had the same idea, but unfortunately, they were caught red-handed by Zhang Lei as soon as they stepped out of the room.
Seeing two familiar figures sneaking towards the main entrance, Zhang Lei suddenly shouted, "Stop! Qin Mo, are you two trying to sneak over the wall to eat spicy hot pot?"
Hearing the sound, Qin Mo turned to look at Zhang Lei and put a finger to his lips: "Shh!"
Then, lowering his voice, he said to Zhang Lei, "Brother Lei, keep your voice down. Do you want to come with me and He Lin? He Jiechang said that the spicy hot pot is unforgettable, it would be a shame not to try it."
Zhang Lei's eyes darted around, and he lied through his teeth, saying, "You two shouldn't go. A couple of days ago, Zhu Yuanting, Yu Shujin, and I ate spicy hot pot and had to go to the toilet many times. This stuff makes people sick, so I advise you not to go and suffer the consequences."
Actually, the three of them later went to see a doctor at the academy and learned that they had ingested too much chili pepper at once, and their stomachs couldn't handle the stimulation, which caused diarrhea.
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