Fisherman Fubao made his fortune by fishing

Shopkeeper Qian was not angry, and still had a gentle smile on his face. He bowed to the diners and said, "Everyone! Everyone! Please listen to what I have to say. All of you sitting here are old customers of our Nongchao Restaurant. Don't you still believe in the cooking skills of our chef Qian of Nongchao Restaurant?

Whale meat is hard to come by, so if it is not cooked properly and its deliciousness is not fully displayed, wouldn’t it be a waste?”

Qian Boyang is the chef of Nongchaolou and a well-known chef who is best at cooking seafood.

Shopkeeper Qian observed the expressions of the diners as he spoke. He couldn't afford to let anyone snatch away such a good opportunity to become famous.

Good ingredients also need good chefs to bring out their greatest value.

The chefs in these diners' homes may not be good at cooking seafood, and they are not short of money. It would be better for them to spend some money to eat at Nongchaolou than to buy seafood and cook it themselves.

For ordinary people, eating means food, clothing and survival, but for rich people, it is a pursuit and enjoyment.

He has been working in this industry for decades and knows one thing well: eating is a profound science and an ultimate pursuit.

An ancient sage once said: There are eight levels of eating, namely: filling the stomach, gluttony, gathering, banqueting, health preservation, satisfying cravings, foraging for food, and hunting for beauties.

Being able to fully understand eating is also a state of mind.

At this time, Shopkeeper Qian was already planning a perfect banquet, the "Whale Tasting Banquet" in his mind. If this banquet could be successfully held, then his name would surely become famous in the world of gourmet food, and even leave a great mark in the history of gourmet food.

Moreover, by that time, Nongchao Tower will also rise to a higher level.

The more Shopkeeper Qian thought about it, the bigger the smile on his face became. So, he tried his best to deceive people, "If we can't really taste the essence of such a rare ingredient, when will we have the chance to taste it again? Good ingredients need to be cooked by good chefs to bring out their best flavor, right?

Don't worry, everyone present today will have a chance to enjoy the feast. Once Chef Qian figures out the best recipe, we will send out invitations to you as soon as possible, and we will not leave anyone out."

The diners thought about it and agreed. This was a rare ingredient that even if they took it back home, the chefs at home wouldn’t be able to cook it well.

Chef Qian of Nongchaolou is different. He is not only a well-known chef, but also good at cooking seafood.

Just a bowl of double-headed abalone golden porridge has attracted many customers to Nongchaolou.

After Manager Qian tried to comfort the diners, the diners finally quieted down.

Li Yuer looked at the gentle and cunning old fox in front of her, who played his tricks so smoothly. She didn't expose him. She had no intention of retailing whale meat.

People are afraid of becoming famous just like pigs are afraid of getting fat. Given their family's current status and position, if more people knew that whale meat came from their family, there would be trouble.

Moreover, the fresh stranded whale is only available this time. The future seafood is the long-term way to make money. The best strategy is to use whale meat to build the No. 1 restaurant in Xinpu Town.

Li Yuer weighed the pros and cons and chose to be a far-sighted person so as not to lose the big picture for the small. The little profit and potential risks from selling whale meat in retail sales are not as good as a long-term customer base.

As he thought about it, a smug smile appeared on Li Yuer's face inadvertently.

At the same time, Shopkeeper Qian's thoughts became more and more beautiful. He lowered his head and saw the two foxes, one big and one small, smiling at each other. They were calculating their own plans in their minds, but they looked friendly on the surface.

Shopkeeper Qian looked at the couple who were still standing stiffly at the side and said a few polite words with a smile. Old man Li and his wife mostly smiled with stiff faces and nodded, and rarely could they respond.

Shopkeeper Qian gradually sensed their discomfort and shifted the focus of his conversation to the lively and clever Li Yuer.

It’s really strange, how could such an ordinary old couple raise such a clever little girl.

Could it be that her parents are different?

Li Yuer didn't know what Shopkeeper Qian was thinking, so she held her grandpa and grandma's hands on each side and followed Shopkeeper Qian to the kitchen.

As soon as the whale meat appeared, it immediately caused a commotion in the kitchen. The kitchen staff gathered around the whale meat and whispered to each other.

Suddenly, a large iron spoon separated the crowd and a burly middle-aged man walked over.

The kitchen apron was tied around his waist like a miniskirt.

He has a resolute face, a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, strong features, and a sense of justice.

Even in the cold winter, he still rolled up his sleeves, revealing half of his arms, which were muscular and very strong.

At first glance, you can tell that they have a pair of arms that are naturally good at lifting big spoons.

Shopkeeper Qian immediately smiled and said, "Dayang, today I have found a great product for you. You complain every day that I can't get you good products. Today I will open your eyes. I guarantee you have never seen such a product before."

Qian Boyang raised his eyebrows, unmoved by his old friend's words. He had said this so many times that his ears were callused.

But what about the big stuff? Not even a hair was seen.

With a casual glance, Chef Qian was stunned.

"This! This is whale meat?!"

Damn, Qian Suanpan really wasn’t bragging today.

Li Yuer found it funny. Chef Qian was quite interesting. He was as serious as a sculpture in one second, and as happy as a child while holding the whale meat in the next second.

Perhaps this is the joy that comes from the heart of a chef who truly loves food and encounters rare good ingredients.

When Qian Boyang was young, he often traveled. He was fortunate enough to see whale meat once in a famous restaurant in Beijing.

He remembered clearly the slippery dark blue skin, the soft and plump pink meat, and even the ugly things (barnacles) growing on the whale skin.

That night, he had a beautiful dream, in which he cooked whale meat with his own hands.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Three good words came out of his mouth, and Chef Qian directly ordered his men: "Take it away!"

Without waiting for Manager Qian to stop them, the group of people excitedly carried the whale meat away.

"Hey! Dayang, wait a minute, this is still..." Shopkeeper Qian smiled awkwardly at Old Man Li and the others, and said helplessly: "Excuse me, excuse me, this whale meat is reserved by Nongchaolou, everyone, name a price."

Having said that, his smiling eyes were full of calculation.

Whenever it comes to making a decision, Old Man Li is used to looking at his wife.

Facing the villagers, Old Mrs. Cai spoke clearly, but at this time she was dizzy, her tongue seemed to be tied, and she could not speak clearly.

She still didn't understand how she got into the No. 1 restaurant in Xinpu Town and how she sold all the whale meat in such a short time.

At this moment, her brain was like the frozen sea surface, hard and stiff, unable to turn at all.

For some unknown reason, she turned her gaze to her little granddaughter Li Yuer.

Li Yuer received the look from her grandmother that seemed to be asking for help. Her eyes rolled around and her brain calculated rapidly.

According to the original owner's memory, a pound of high-quality pork belly cost about fourteen cents, a pound of white rice cost ten cents, and a pound of white flour cost seven cents.

Common and relatively expensive seafood includes: large grouper at 20 wen per pound, which is the same as saddle grouper, top-quality abalone at wen per pound, and rare grouper at wen per pound.

Based on the feedback from the diners present, and the fact that rare things are valuable, Li Yuer felt that a pound of whale meat should be at least slightly more expensive than pork belly.

After thinking about it, Li Yuer set a bottom price in his mind and then kicked the ball back to Manager Qian.

"Uncle shopkeeper, we believe in the reputation of Nongchaolou and your character, so you should make the offer."

This? Why doesn't this kid play by the rules? Shopkeeper Qian complained in his heart.

This is what he had expected: Fishermen usually haven't seen the world, and when they enter a place like Nongchaolou, they are more or less self-deprecating and usually bid relatively low.

Then, he can take advantage of the opportunity.

Even if the other party is ignorant of the world and asks for an exorbitant price, he has plenty of means to frustrate the other party and lower the price.

But the other party kicked the ball back, how should he set the price?

The price range in his mind was between twenty and twenty-five.

Shopkeeper Qian thought for a while and said, "Since you trust me so much and you are the first to come to our Nongchao Building, I will certainly not cheat you. How about fifteen cents?"

After Shopkeeper Qian quoted the price, he waited for the other party's reaction.

Twenty cents, which was in line with Li Yuer's psychological expectation. Her base price was fourteen cents for pork belly, which increased by three cents, now seventeen cents.

But isn’t business all about bargaining?

Li Yuer tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "Twenty cents."

Shopkeeper Qian did not give an answer immediately. He stroked his short beard, neither hurriedly nor slowly, with his demeanor perfectly controlled.

His behavior did not scare Li Yuer, but it did scare the old man Li and his wife.

Old Madam Cai was afraid of angering Shopkeeper Qian, so she was about to lower the price, but was interrupted by Li Yuer. She said innocently, "Uncle Shopkeeper, this pork belly is not as rare as whale meat, and it's still sold for fifteen cents a pound. How can the meat of the great Sea Overlord be cheaper than pork?"

Shopkeeper Qian stared at Li Yu'er for a while with deep eyes. He couldn't help but be surprised. Is this little girl really innocent, or is she just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger...

Shopkeeper Qian's suspicious eyes wandered over Li Yu'er. Li Yu'er looked at him with a smile, her big dark eyes filled with a child's clear smile.

When Shopkeeper Qian saw her pale and skinny face and her eyes full of childish innocence, his doubts unconsciously lessened a little.

Instead, he felt a little sympathy for Li Yuer, and automatically understood some of her behaviors as follows: a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, a child from a poor family has grown up early, and is just precocious.

Shopkeeper Qian said with a smile: "Well, I see that you are all honest people. You have come all the way to our Nongchao Lou with your loads on your shoulders. So, we will accept your price on behalf of Nongchao Lou, but you can only sell whale meat to us.

I wonder where you got these whales from? How many are there?"