After Su Liuer cooked the dish, Jing Qingrong tasted it first and praised it highly. Su Liuer thought he was too pretentious.
"That's enough. Your exaggerations are not credible." Su Liuer reminded.
Her cooking skills are better than most people, but for a nobleman like Jing Qingrong who has tasted all kinds of delicious food, she is still very self-aware.
Jing Qingrong put down his bowl and chopsticks and said seriously, "No matter how good the food cooked by others tastes, it is still cooked by others. How can it compare to yours? You are my friend, so of course you are different."
Su Liuer was amused by him. God was so unfair. He was so handsome and so good at talking.
Much better than someone who is good-looking but moody.
Old Zhou and the others didn't pack up so quickly, so Su Liuer started talking about business with Jing Qingrong.
"Do you have a way to get a large amount of saltpeter?" Saltpeter is saltpeter, which can be used to make ice. With ice, she won't need the ice powder of ice spikes. It will be feasible to open more branches in the future.
Su Liuer has confirmed that saltpeter is available in this world, but this thing is expensive and controlled by the government. She has no power and influence and there is no way she can get enough to make ice.
"What are you doing with this thing? Do you want to start a fireworks business?" Jing Qingrong was confused. How could he suddenly want to start a fireworks business when he was in the food business?
Su Liuer didn't answer, but said: "Tell me first if you can get it."
"Yes, my family has a fireworks business, but it's not nearby. It would take a few days to ship it over."
"Then you can have someone ship some over here first. Then you'll know what I'm going to do. Keep it a secret for now."
It’s not that Su Liuer was being mysterious, but she had to try it herself to know if it would work. After all, she knew that saltpeter could be used to make ice, but she had never tried it herself.
She didn't want to brag and then fail, that would be embarrassing.
Su Liuer and Jing Qingrong discussed roughly how much to transport, and after Lao Zhou came back, he gave the order.
Dali and Xiaoli were really not polite to Jing Qingrong at all and ordered all the hard dishes.
"Boss, your ginger duck has become the restaurant's signature dish. You are really generous to sell such a good recipe to the restaurant at such a low price." Ying Li looked painful, as if it was his money that was lost.
"It's just a dish. If you like it, we can make it once or twice a month. It's not difficult to prepare."
Ying Li was delighted and asked with bright eyes, "Boss, are you doing this yourself?"
Su Liuer nodded and said readily: "Yes, what I do is no worse than the restaurant."
"That's for sure! What the boss cooks will definitely taste even better!" Ying Li flattered loudly.
Jing Qingrong also joined in the fun and said, "You must remember to call me when the time comes."
Qingfeng and Lao Zhou did not sit down to eat together. For these two people, Jing Qingrong was the master and they were servants, so naturally they could not eat at the same table.
There is no such thing as equality in this world. There is only an extremely strict hierarchy. If Su Liuer forces these two to sit down and eat together, she is afraid that they will suffer from indigestion.
But in fact, even if Lao Zhou didn't sit down to eat with them, he already felt uncomfortable as if there was something stuck in his throat before he even ate anything.
His mind was now full of the note that his wife had sent to him before he came out this time.
If it doesn't work out, you can't stay.
He had destroyed the note long ago, but these six words were already branded in his heart and he dared not forget them.
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