My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

"Prime Minister, what do you think of my son?" Wan Yanzhong was confused after hearing this. "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

Zhao Jinfang smiled happily and said, "I think your daughter and my son are a perfect match."

Wan Yanzhong hurriedly said, "Your Majesty! How dare I marry someone above my station..." Zhao Jinfang raised her hand to interrupt him, "What's the point of marrying above my station? What's important is whether we are a good match. You know that my son has never been interested in women, but he has helped your daughter so many times. It seems that he has some intentions."

Wan Yanzhong suddenly remembered what Wan Sutong had said before, and the expression of his daughter Zhencheng still appeared clearly in front of him. "No, Daddy, I swear, I have no love for the eldest master, only admiration." Thinking of this, Wan Yanzhong suddenly wanted to hold his forehead and could only find an excuse, "But my daughter is engaged to the prince of Lin."

Zhao Jin nodded and said, "I know, Prime Minister, don't worry. When I return to the capital, I will personally tell Prince Lin that he doesn't have any children yet! What is there to be afraid of?"

Wan Yanzhong instantly breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "Fortunately, I just went out to fight. Maybe I will forget about it when I come back." But he said, "Thank you, Your Majesty." After that, he carefully looked at Zhao Jinfang, only to see Zhao Jinfang nodded, seeming to be very satisfied with his random matchmaking behavior.

At this time, Wan Sutong was sitting in the carriage with no hope in life. The system kept comforting her, "Host, think more positively. Maybe Zhao Jinfang would have forgotten it by the time he came back."

Wan Sutong laughed and said, "Why is Zhao Jin still randomly matching couples?"

The system sighed and said, "It was like this in ancient times. Many women did not leave their houses before getting married. Wan Yanzhong is the most open-minded. Not only did he let you leave home to run a restaurant, he also let you learn martial arts from Zhao Jinghua."

At the same time, Zhao Jinghua led Lin Feng to the stable of the East Palace. "You rest here, I still have things to deal with." Lin Feng nodded and snorted. The stable of the East Palace was very clean and spacious. The ground was not directly paved with sand, but was higher than the yard. The ground of the stable was paved with stone bricks and was often cleaned by guards. There was also a step in the stable. After walking up, there was a place like a sand table where Lin Feng could roll on it. He ate fresh grass mixed with dried grass, and the water he drank was changed every half a day. There was also a bed made of hay. Lin Feng sometimes lay down on it to sleep, but most of the time he slept standing. Since Zhao Jinghua was named the crown prince, he hardly left the palace. Lin Feng was now protected from the wind and rain, and his life could be said to be very comfortable. The only worry was what if Zhao Jinghua was in danger one day and he couldn't run anymore. But leaving the palace today dispelled Lin Feng's doubts. The army had left for a while and he had caught up with them. He probably wouldn't have to worry about it in the future

When Wan Sutong returned to the Wan Mansion, she hurried to the backyard. When she saw Su Qinghui, she quickly threw herself at her "mother" who was holding her.

Su Qinghui raised her hand and touched her head. "You're back."

Wan Sutong hummed in a depressed tone, "Daddy has gone to war."

Su Qinghui sighed, "I know, your father talks in his sleep. I knew it last night." The originally sad atmosphere was broken by Su Qinghui's words. Wan Sutong couldn't help laughing when she thought of Wan Yanzhong talking in his sleep, "Hahahaha."

Su Qinghui also laughed and said, "It's okay, Wan Yanzhong is lucky, nothing will happen to him."

Wan Sutong nodded and said, "Mom, why are the people so anxious even though the battle is still far from Kyoto? My business is in trouble. It's already noon and only three people have come!"

Su Qinghui chuckled, "Tongtong, this is ancient times. Although it is still far away, it will only take three months. If the royal family does not respond in time, it is very likely that the country will be destroyed and the family will be ruined."

At this time, Feng Ming was watching the sisters practicing a new dance in the building, drinking the fat house happy water. Soon, the girls stopped dancing and gathered around Feng Ming, "Sister Feng Ming, how are we dancing?"

Feng Ming raised her hand and was about to drink the Coke in the glass, but the sister in her right arm held her hand and drank the Coke in one gulp. Feng Ming put down the glass in his hand, and put his left and right hands around the waist of a girl. There were two more girls in his arms, and another one stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders. "I now understand the happiness of a tyrant, hahahaha."

The girls burst out laughing, and Su'er, who was behind Feng Ming, sighed, "It would be better if Sister Feng Ming was a boy."

Feng Ming turned around and looked at her with a tender tone, "Why do you want to marry me?" The girl blushed instantly and did not answer.

Feng Ming sighed heavily, "My dear sisters, although you are dancers, you don't have to feel that your status is lower than that of noble ladies. Although not everyone is equal in this world, you are the girls of my Feng Ming Tower. You are innocent and innocent, so why can't you become someone else's legal wife? It's just that you haven't met a good man yet."

After that, the five girls held Feng Ming tightly. "Sister Feng Ming, it's great to have you."

As Wanfulou's business grew, people came to learn from him. It happened that Wan Sutong's restaurant had added new dishes today, so he taught the cook in the kitchen how to make corn and pork ribs soup. "The pork ribs should not be cut too big, but of uniform size."

The stoker nodded. Wan Sutong chuckled as she looked at the man in the picture standing outside the wall and listening carefully. Then she wrote it down on a piece of paper.

Wan Sutong whispered in the fireman's ear, "I will point to a certain type in a moment. No matter what I call it, you must not take it as I say. You must take it according to my finger." The fireman smiled and nodded.

"Cut the chives into pieces." Wan Sutong was referring to the corn. The stoker took the corn and Wan Sutong said again, "Cut it eight times."

The stoker tried hard to hold back his laughter as he cut the corn into eight pieces. "What do you do with the chives?"

Wan Sutong remained calm and said, "Don't worry, put it aside first, rinse the pork ribs with water, and then cut the garlic." Wan Sutong pointed at the chives

The stoker nodded and tapped the chopping board with his kitchen knife to make sure that he was cutting garlic. "You don't need me to teach you the rest, just boil the garlic with water."

The fireman nodded, lit a fire, added water, put the pork ribs into the water, and added cooking wine and shallots. Wan Sutong said at this time, "Put more of this, otherwise it will smell fishy." Seeing that someone circled the word "garlic", Wan Sutong guessed that it meant to put more. After a while, the fireman took out the pork ribs.

"Put the shallots and pork ribs in the pot, add water and simmer for a quarter of an hour." Wan Sutong pointed at the corn and then at the casserole.

The stoker nodded and did what Wan Sutong pointed out. "I'm leaving first. Don't forget to put the cooked corn and wolfberry in before serving." Wan Sutong raised his hand and pointed at the wolfberry. After he finished speaking, he saw the man quickly write down the ingredients and then turned and left.

The stoker heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away, then he chuckled and said, "Boss, you are really wise."

Wan Sutong's mouth corners slightly raised, "Take it out of the pot in half an hour, and don't forget to add salt after it's out of the pot." The stove man nodded, "Okay, I don't know what he can make."

Wan Sutong chuckled, "Who knows? From now on, we will cook two clay pots of this soup every day. When customers want it, just heat it up. Otherwise, it will be too late to make it now. We will not sell this soup today. You can give it to the waiter in the store to taste. When the soup of that restaurant becomes famous, we will sell it again to prevent people from causing trouble in our restaurant without knowing the truth."

Three days later, Wan Sutong's restaurant was packed with people today, because three days ago a restaurant in Dongcheng launched a new dish called corn and pork ribs soup, but the taste and smell were not satisfactory, so it caused a lot of noise. When Wan Sutong learned about it, he immediately asked the stoveman to boil five casseroles of corn and pork ribs soup and sent a bowl to every guest in the restaurant.

After the customers drank the soup, word spread quickly, and the restaurant became overcrowded. But halfway through the sale, the stoker came to the second floor and said in a very anxious tone, "The boss is running out of soup."

Wan Sutong chuckled and said, "Don't worry." Then Wan Sutong clapped her hands while standing on the second floor. "Everyone, I'm the owner of this restaurant. Today's corn and pork ribs soup is a new product. I only cooked five pots and it's sold out now."

Everyone sighed and was about to turn around when Wan Sutong stopped them, "Don't be in a hurry to leave, because this soup needs to be boiled for five hours. If you are in a hurry, please write down your name and residence with the accountant first. No matter how many bowls you want, you need to add three cents to the original price. It will be delivered to your house in five hours. If you are not in a hurry, order the dishes you want to eat today, and when you come again, I will prepare a bowl of corn and pork ribs soup for you." Wan Sutong spoke again, "The first one is called take-out, and the second one is called reservation."

When everyone heard this, they rushed to the counter and asked for takeout. After about an incense stick of time, the anxious accountant was sweating profusely. "Sir, please take your time. There is no hurry. Your surname is Jia, right?"

"Yes! It's the Jia Mansion in East City. Eight bowls are required." After saying that, he took out forty-three coins and handed them to the accountant.

The accountant nodded and quickly wrote "Oh, oh, oh!" The accountant took the copper coins and counted them carefully. "Next, what's your name?"

"My last name is Li. I want to make a reservation. I want steamed mandarin fish, spicy stir-fried bamboo shoots, two bowls of casserole noodles, and two bowls of corn and pork ribs soup."

The accountant quickly wrote down, "Okay, the total is 68 cents. Are you sure?" Mr. Li nodded.

The accountant nodded and said "next". The person who wanted to buy corn and pork ribs soup was dealt with. The other guests in the restaurant could not be ignored. Many people did not drink the soup and ordered dishes again after choosing takeout. The waiter was busy and sweating, going back and forth between the front hall and the kitchen to serve dishes. Even Wan Sutong went to the kitchen to cook by herself.

Finally, after an hour, the guests left one after another. Several people sat down on the ground exhausted, wiping the sweat from their foreheads. Wan Sutong sighed and said loudly, "How many pots of soup are there in total?"

The accountant kept turning the abacus for a while and then answered, "Twenty-eight pots for takeout! Eleven pots for reservation."

Wan Sutong was instantly blinded by the sight of money. "One pot is 15 bowls, so 28 pots is 2,100 coins! I'll go buy the ingredients, you guys take a rest first, and I'll give you 5 coins when you finish cooking one pot."

The stoker perked up instantly and said, "Thank you, boss," and left the kitchen quickly.