A time-travelling peasant girl becomes a wealthy woman

Tang Qian now really took seriously the little girl's intelligence. How could a five-year-old girl think of these things?

Very wise and almost demonic.

Huang Haolin noticed Tang Qian's slight change in mood and immediately added: "This girl heard me chatting with my fourth brother before. Please don't be offended."

"Yeah, my brother said I can teach people how to cook and make some money."

Huang Mulin secretly praised his second brother for his timely rescue.

It seems that she should keep a low profile. Being too conspicuous can easily lead to trouble. They don't know what kind of person Tang Qian is yet, so they have to be cautious.

Tang Qian glanced at the two siblings, knowing what was going on, but he didn't expose them. You little kids, are you still trying to play tricks? These are all his leftovers.

Thinking of this, Tang Qian was also happy.

I had a trip to the pier today and gained quite a lot.

"Okay, then when do you have time to go to Weimancheng to teach the chef how to cook?"

"We have to wait until after noon when all the lunch boxes are sold out."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in Weimancheng. When you get there, just ask the waiter to pass on the message to me."

Tang Qian left, Tang San bought a lunch box and went back to the dock, Huang Bo and the others suppressed their excitement and waited for the guys to get off work and do business.

During this time, Huang Haolin, Huang Jinlin and Huang Mulin were whispering to each other, and no one knew what they were discussing, while Huang Qilin was unusually quiet.

Huang Mulin also noticed that her elder brother was acting strangely, but she didn't say anything. There were some things he needed to figure out on his own.

After closing the stall, Huang Bo took the children to store all the things in the embroidery shop, and then took them to Weimancheng on North Street.

At this time, most of the diners have left, and the waiters are busy with their own things, clearing up and cleaning.

"Brother Xiaoer." Huang Mulin saw the waiter who entertained them last time: "Have you had lunch?"

The waiter was a little surprised that the little girl came again, and walked over with a smile: "We'll go eat in a while, do you want to eat?"

Then he looked at Huang Bo.

"No, please help me pass a message to the shopkeeper Tang. I am Huang Bo. I met with the shopkeeper here to discuss something earlier."

The waiter was even more surprised, but seeing that Huang Bo didn't seem to be joking, he asked them to wait a moment and turned to go to the backyard to look for Tang Qian.

Soon, Tang Qian came out and took them to the reception room in the backyard.

Both sides didn't waste any time and went straight to the point.

Huang Mulin suggested that Huang Jinlin sell three Cantonese dishes: sweet and sour pork tenderloin, stir-fried kidney, and mu shu pork.

The ingredients needed for these dishes are not complicated and each has its own characteristics. They are also ingredients that farmers like them can get their hands on, so no one would doubt them if they said they came up with the recipes themselves.

There happened to be no customers ordering food, so Tang Qian took Huang Bo's family to the kitchen.

Several chefs and apprentices were resting and chatting in the small courtyard outside the kitchen. When they saw Tang Qian coming, they stood up, wondering why he brought outsiders to the kitchen at this time.

Tang Qian didn't explain to them, but just said to Huang Jinlin: "You can use all the ingredients in the kitchen and make the three dishes I just mentioned. The chef of the restaurant and I will taste them and then decide whether to buy them or not."

Huang Jinlin nodded quickly. He was full of longing for the kitchen full of ingredients and immediately rushed in to show off his skills.

Huang Mulin and Huang Haolin followed him in and closed the door, while Huang Bo and Huang Qilin waited with Tang Qian at the door.

The cooks and apprentices looked at each other, but since Tang Qian didn't speak, they didn't dare to say anything either. They could only stand aside and wait.

Huang Jinlin is like a fish in water in the kitchen. If he didn't have other important things to do, he would probably cook all the ingredients in the kitchen.

Huang Jinlin has actually cooked these three dishes: Sweet and Sour Pork Tenderloin, Stir-fried Kidney and Mu Shu Pork.

Huang Mulin picked out as many recipes as possible from the eight major cuisines as must-learn, and taught Huang Jinlin how to make special dishes with common ingredients so that he could try and master them, so that he would not be exposed when others asked or tested him.

If there are chili peppers, the aroma of Sichuan and Hunan cuisine will be even more powerful.

Huang Mulin loves spicy food, but unfortunately there are no chili peppers in this world yet.

Listening to the sounds of cutting vegetables and stir-frying in the kitchen, gradually, the fragrance overflowed from the crack of the door. The chefs, who originally didn't know what was going on, now had some guesses in their minds.

However, the children who just came in, the boys are probably no more than ten years old, and the girls look four or five years old. Can they be in charge of cooking?

Although it seems unbelievable, we have to believe it when the reality is in front of us.

After less than half an hour, the door opened and three kids, each holding a plate of food, walked up to Tang Qian.

The clever apprentice quickly got a few pairs of clean chopsticks and handed them to Tang Qian and the chefs.

good to eat!

It is delicious and full of aroma, and it is a dish that has never been eaten before. It really excites chefs who love cooking.

The chefs that Tang Qian recruited are all of good character. They often study new dishes and compete with each other in private, and he is happy to see it happen.

Occasionally he would give out some money as a reward to stimulate their friendly exchanges, but in the end it was just everyone buying food, eating, and drinking some wine.

After tasting the dishes and looking at the chefs’ eager expressions, I understood.

The three dishes were finally priced at three hundred taels and were not allowed to be resold to anyone else. At most, they could only be prepared by the family during festivals and could not be served at banquets.

Huang Mulin's family agreed, and both parties signed a formal sales contract, one copy for each party.

It was then that Tang Qian discovered that the whole family could actually read and write, although their handwriting was only neat and did not have their own personal style.

This made him look at the Huang family with a higher regard.

Huang Mulin was very happy after making a big deal, and he secretly started thinking about other ways to make money.

On the way home from Mojia Village, Huang Mulin felt that the matter of building a house should be put on the agenda.

"Dad, let's buy some more land." She said, "I want to rebuild our house. I want to build a brick house like the ones in town."

Huang Bo walked forward with his daughter on his back without saying a word, knowing that she must have something else to say.

Sure enough, Huang Mulin continued, "I want to build a bigger house and a workshop, and then think about making money in the future."

The little girl said while counting on her fingers: "Brothers, it costs money to study, it costs money to write, ink, paper and inkstone, it costs money to make friends, it costs money to marry a wife..."

It seems like this is going off topic.

"It costs money to make new clothes, it costs money to buy new quilts, it costs money to honor grandparents, uncles, aunts, and great aunts."

"Third brother will need money to take the imperial examination in the future."

“To make a lot of money.”

“The money we earn from selling lunch boxes is not enough.”

The others found Huang Mulin's mumblings both funny and heartwarming, but he was indeed right.

If they want to live a good life, they have to find more ways to make money, especially since the third child loves reading. If they really want to embark on the path of scientific examinations, the cost will be extremely huge, and just selling lunch boxes will not be enough.

You can’t keep selling recipes all the time, too much is as bad as too little.

"Go home and discuss it with your mother."

Huang Bo responded.

Huang Mulin was not worried at all, her mother listened to her!