The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Meng Xuanhe briefly told Song He and Yu Liu about their affairs, and Song He went to Chenxiangji to report the next day. He was very grateful to Meng Xuanhe and was full of motivation to work.

However, he was not as good at business as Jiarun, nor was he as good at calculating and checking accounts as Jialang. He could only do the dirty and tiring work of sweeping and carrying in the shop.

Originally, Meng Xuanhe was planning to open a perfume shop, but after meeting Song He, she felt that it was far from enough. She naturally couldn't treat the people who followed her badly, whether it was Jiarun Jialang, Song He Yu Liu, or Hanxiang Le Yin.

Firstly, a small shop like the incense shop doesn't need so many people, and the staff is redundant. Secondly, he also wants to make more money so that he won't be unable to help others when he sees the suffering of the world in the future.

Meng Xuanhe would put his ideas into action once he had them.

"Madam Wen, can you give me a statement of income and expenditure for the shops in the capital?" Not long after, Madam Wen got all the income and expenditure records of the city of Bianjing.

"This is the public income and expenditure statement in Bianjing. Although each family has something to hide, it is enough to give us a glimpse of something." Nanny Wen Zhen has always supported Meng Xuanhe's decisions, no matter whether she had a bad reputation in the past or wanted to do business now.

"Princess, do you want to open other shops?" Wen Zhen asked.

"I have an idea. Hiss, this thousand-year-old Qian Restaurant has the highest profit." Meng Xuanhe looked at the silver carefully.

Chenxiang Ji is her memory of Meng Sangxi, who was doing a conscientious business and could not earn much money. Today, when she saw this income and expenditure table, she suddenly felt the prosperity of Bianjing, which gave her fighting spirit.

A glimmer of ambition flashed in Meng Xuanhe's eyes. If possible, she also wanted to show her talents in this era and become a wealthy young business lady in the novels.

"The top three in terms of profitability are basically restaurants, and the top ten also include some silk businesses, ceramics, and pawnshops." It was raining outside the window. During the half-day of leisure, Wen Zhen accompanied her to explore ways of making money in ancient times.

"Don't even think about silk, ceramics and pawn shops. But you can try a restaurant or two." Meng Xuanhe said with a smile.

"Does the princess know how to cook?" Wen Zhen asked puzzledly. The princess has always had everything provided for her. If someone who doesn't know how to cook opens a restaurant, she will probably lose everything.

Meng Xuanhe looked at Wen Zhen with some grievance: "Madam, don't you know my cooking skills?"

Wen Zhen did not undermine her self-confidence and continued to ask, "How confident are you, Princess, about opening a restaurant?"

Of course there is no certainty.

But Meng Xuanhe didn't say it out loud. She coughed slightly and said, "Haven't you eaten pork yet seen a pig run?"

She used to cook for Meng Sang Xi, but her meals were all sloppy and her home-cooked dishes were not up to par. The only thing she was confident about was the desserts after meals, and she had done some research on milk tea. She thought it was not bad to make it a special signature dish, but she didn't know if people in this era would accept it.

"Princess, it will cost a lot of money to run a restaurant. You will also need to hire cooks, waiters, and waitresses. If you calculate it all, a lot of money will be spent." Nanny Wen Zhen was clear-headed and advised her.

"You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. Besides, I should have a candidate for the chef." Meng Xuanhe was no longer listening to Nanny Wen Zhen's advice. All he could think about was the carefree life after making a fortune.

Just letting her count money every day would make her happy for several years.

Meng Xuanhe made a prompt decision and sold off a lot of her jewelry. Except for the ones that could identify her and the ones given by Meng Ziyan, she could not sell them. She pawned almost everything she could.

What she lacks most now is circulating funds to enable her to revitalize her entire business.

After taking care of everything, Meng Xuanhe chose a shop in the best location in the capital. The shop was not originally a restaurant, so it was much more difficult to handle than Chenxiangji.

Almost all the interior decoration was demolished, and the three upper floors were renovated. Meng Xuanhe had high hopes for this restaurant and spent a lot of money. After the surface was built, she told Song He about it.

Song He was so excited that he could hardly sleep, and he insisted on watching over the restaurant until it was repaired. He really didn't expect that after being slandered, there would still be a restaurant where he could stay.

Cooking was something he had learned since he was a child, and it was also what he was most proud of and loved the most. Now that he was back in the restaurant, Song He was so excited that his eyes were sore.

He didn't sleep for several days and nights, ran through n streets, and inquired about n pieces of information before he hired the best and cheapest chef for Meng Xuanhe's new restaurant, purchased fresh ingredients, and decorated the exhibits.

It was as if it was his own restaurant, and he ran around happily.

"A little more to the left." Meng Xuanhe, wearing a plain veil, gave the orders from below.

"Are you ready, Madam Wei?" Jialang said on the stairs, sweating profusely.

Jiarun was looking after Chenxiangji's shop, while Jialang and Songhe were busy with the new restaurant. This time, it was Jialang who put up the plaque.

"Okay, okay, come down." Meng Xuanhe waved his hand, motioning him to come down.

Jialang was impatient and originally planned to jump down directly, but he missed his step and fell down directly.

A black shadow fell from the sky, Meng Xuanhe quickly dodged to the side, and Jialang fell directly to the ground. She felt pain in her buttocks when she heard the muffled sound.

"Madam Wei, you didn't even pick me up." Jia Lang said with a look of grievance, covering his butt.

"You're going to kill me." Meng Xuanhe rolled his eyes at him, but still took him to Shanrentang to see a doctor afterwards.

Later, Meng Xuanhe began to prepare for the opening of the business. Although she knew that everything would not be smooth sailing, she still felt a little disappointed after a few days of business.

The city of Bianjing is already saturated with restaurants, and most people would choose a restaurant they frequent rather than a newly opened one.

After a week of business, the business was dismal. Song He was also a little discouraged. His cooking skills were good, but if no one came, how could anyone know about his wine?

When he was in Yangzhou before, he had the halo of a master and never thought that there would be a day when he would have no business. Now he has been hit hard, and his dejected appearance is in sharp contrast to Meng Xuanhe.

"It turns out that people can't make money beyond their knowledge." Meng Xuanhe muttered to himself calmly and began to think about using new dishes to attract customers.

It is easier said than done.

The first dish she prepared was hot pot, which Meng Xuanhe had to eat every week in the 21st century. Although the cooking skills of the small kitchen in the princess's mansion were indeed good, it was still far inferior to the hot pot she wanted to eat.

When she makes a lot of hot pot base, we can eat hot pot here. Thinking about food, Meng Xuanhe suddenly became full of energy, and the haze was swept away.

So the waiters working in the restaurant could see this scene. Meng Xuanhe and Song He stayed in the kitchen day and night, and the kitchen was filled with bowls of water boiled with red peppers.

As a test subject, Song He's face was red from the spiciness every day, and he was about to burst into flames. The workers were afraid to go near the kitchen, fearing that they would be caught.

"Failed again." Meng Xuanhe looked depressed, "Bay leaves, cinnamon, star anise, cloves, ginger, angelica, these are all correct."

As a native of Sichuan and Chongqing, she has been stir-frying chili peppers almost since she was a child, but she just can’t make the taste of those in hot pot restaurants, which is really depressing.

"Will anyone really eat the hotpot that Madam Wei mentioned?" Song He drank well water and fanned himself at the same time. He was already so exhausted by the spiciness.

"Why not?" Meng Xuanhe glared at him. As a native of Sichuan and Chongqing, he would not allow anyone to desecrate hotpot.

"If Madam Wei wants to use these ingredients to make the base of the pot, how can it be done without butter?" Song He coughed and offered his suggestion.

"Yes, the key is the butter." Meng Xuanhe's eyes lit up. No wonder there was no aroma of hot pot, but only the smell of chili.

After Song He's suggestion, Meng Xuanhe decided to start over again. She prepared all the materials she remembered and started a new round of battle.

However, she did not have any talent for cooking. Either the fire was too big or there was too much salt. In the end, it was Song He who took action and succeeded under the "guidance" of Meng Xuanhe.

"Blanche the peppers first, then chop them into sauce." After saying that, Meng Xuanhe turned his head silently.

Song He was from Yangzhou, he liked sweet food and rarely ate spicy food. He was fearless and followed Meng Xuanhe's instructions. The result was that he burst into tears because of the spiciness. Chopping chili sauce was almost the same as cutting onions, and it was even more uncomfortable.

"Okay, okay, let's fry the butter." Meng Xuanhe looked at his tear-stained face and burst out laughing.

Put the butter into a bowl and store it after solidification, then Song He cut a small piece and put it into the pot. Then, under Meng Xuanhe's instruction, add shallots, coriander, onions and garlic.

After stir-frying thoroughly, the aroma was already wafting into her nose. Meng Xuanhe's eyes lit up, her hot pot base was almost ready.

The next step is to stir-fry the chili sauce, ginger, green and red peppercorns, bean paste and various necessary spices.

"All we need is rock sugar and salt for seasoning." Meng Xuanhe nodded with satisfaction. After simmering over low heat, the dish has begun to take shape. Put the base ingredients into oil paper and let it solidify and it's done.

Song He left some of the base ingredients in the pot, and the two of them gathered around the big pot in the kitchen to try the dishes. A mouthful of the fragrant butter aroma jumped on the tip of the tongue, and Meng Xuanhe exclaimed that it was very satisfying.

"How is it?" The familiar taste proved that there was nothing wrong this time, Meng Xuanhe asked him with a blink.

"It smells good but also very spicy." Song He couldn't stand it and drank the water madly.

"Eh?" They didn't seem to be able to eat such spicy food, Meng Xuanhe was a little disappointed. The spiciness was just right for her, probably because the ancients had a lighter taste.

“Then let’s divide it into slightly spicy, medium spicy, and extra spicy according to the tastes of the customers in the store. The proportions will be determined by the concentration of the base material and water.” Meng Xuanhe said, and began to get ready.

"Also, the hot pot base can be air-dried and condensed into a solid form. After packaging it, sell it in the restaurant." Meng Xuanhe smiled cunningly. Since he wanted to do business, he had to learn the mind of a businessman and squeeze out every bit of value from the hot pot base.

"Will this expose the recipe?" Song He exclaimed. With the base ingredients, wouldn't other restaurants be able to make hot pot?

Meng Xuanhe patted Song He's shoulder in an inscrutable way and said, "That would be great. It would be free publicity for us. If our cost is 5 cents, and we sell it to them for 5 taels of silver, wouldn't that be a huge profit? Once their cost goes up, the price of the food will also go up. Then the guests will know that our restaurant is the cheapest restaurant for hot pot."

Song He: ...No wonder my master said I am only suitable to be a cook.