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Shopkeeper Wu also tried to change the topic back to the sweet noodle sauce, but it took him several attempts before he finally got the attention of the Yang family.

Zheng Huaming: "Aunt, if sweet noodle sauce is the only best match with roast duck, then we should wait until the sweet noodle sauce is ready before adding roast duck to the menu."

"Brother Huaming, can you make sweet bean paste?" Xiao Cao'er looked at Zheng Huaming with sparkling eyes.

Zheng Huaming: I just don’t know how to do it. If I knew how to do it, I wouldn’t say that.

"I don't know how to make it, and I don't have a recipe. I don't know where you buy your sweet noodle sauce."

It was Old Lady Yang's turn to speak up: "I made it. I just tried making a little bit. I used it up in the past two days while eating with roast duck."

Zheng Huaming: It seems like your family really can do everything.

"That's great, old lady. How long will it take to make this sweet noodle sauce?"

"It will be quick, it won't take long." Old Mrs. Yang said happily.

This sweet noodle sauce was indeed made by Old Lady Yang. Simao told her the recipe and she tried it slowly over two days, over so many times that she couldn't remember how many times she came up with it.

Zheng Huaming: "That's great. It turns out that the old lady made it. She is really amazing. This sweet bean sauce is the soul of roast duck. If the roast duck is without sweet bean sauce, the taste will be at least half less..."

The old lady's face was covered with bubbles so abundant that they could lift her up.

Old Lady Yang was very happy to hear this. Who wouldn't like to hear praise, especially an old lady who was so proud of herself. It's always right to flatter.

"Then the old lady will have it ready. I will ask Manager Wu to send someone to pick it up tomorrow and pay the money immediately." Zheng Huaming took the opportunity to say.

"Okay, okay, not tomorrow, I can teach you how to do it later." Old Mrs. Yang agreed without thinking and saw that everyone was looking at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"

Sanmao was heartbroken: "My dear, why do you only remember to accept the flattery?" Well, this is your hobby, but you should also listen to what others say. This is a recipe, you say you want to teach people, right? Don't we need to save money?

Ermao: Grandma, you really didn’t ask your sister what she thought? You even said you wanted to save up a dowry for her in advance?

Yang Dashan and Li: You have the final say.

Da Mao and Simao: I don't think much about this. Roast duck must be served with sweet noodle sauce. So what if I give you the sweet noodle sauce recipe? I have the roast duck recipe.

Everyone in the Yang family had a different expression, which made Zheng Huaming very happy.

Xiao Cao'er: "Grandma, you are right. You are the best at making sweet noodle sauce. Even mom can't learn it. It would be best if you were the master chef to teach them."

When the Yang family heard their daughter (sister) say this, their expressions looked better.

Qi Xingyun glanced at Zheng Huaming. Zheng Huaming touched his nose and looked at Old Lady Yang's conflicted expression and didn't want to tease her anymore.

"In this way, you provide the recipes for roast duck and sweet noodle sauce, and take 10% of the profits of the Jixiang Restaurant. You will be the most auspicious restaurant in the whole Daxia country."

With this sentence, Zheng Huaming successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the Yang family. Due to their dazzling eyes, Zheng Huaming did not dare to look directly at them.

Everyone in the Yang family: If we take 10% of the profits of Jixiang Restaurant in the whole Great Xia Kingdom, how much silver would that be?

Old Lady Yang: "This is not good. We only have one recipe, how can we charge so much money?"

Mr. Zheng: "If he says he will give it to you, you should take it. To you, it is just a recipe, but when it comes to him, it is not me bragging. My grandson may not be good at other things, but he is pretty good at business."

Zheng Huaming: Grandfather, I am not good at that, but I am good at literature, martial arts, and business. Can you see any young masters from noble families in Kyoto? Not to mention that they cannot compare with me in these aspects, how many can compare with me in appearance?

He could only resist in his heart but didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Old lady, my grandfather is right. I have some experience in business. If this roast duck is included in the recipe, the restaurant's business will definitely be improved. You have roast duck and sweet noodle sauce here. It must be tiring to make them. You should give me some hard work fee, right?"

"I am not an unscrupulous businessman. I have a conscience. All my prescriptions are obtained through legitimate methods. I would never do such things as robbery and robbery."

When Mrs. Yang heard Zheng Huaming say that it was a reward for her hard work, she quickly agreed, as if she was afraid that Zheng Huaming would go back on his word if she delayed for a second.

It was really hard work, it took me two days to make the sauce. I had to stir it constantly and my hands were shaking for two days.

In order to make the old lady happier, Zheng Huaming said, "I will give you an extra ten taels of silver as a reward for your hard work if you teach them how to make the sauce. What do you think?"

"Ten taels of silver? For me? Just for myself?" Old Mrs. Yang was a little confused by this sudden extra reward, so she had to ask clearly whether it was for her.

Seeing her so happy, Zheng Huaming was about to flatter her again. "Of course it's for you. You've worked the hardest, so who else can I give it to if not you, right?"

It's good to receive money.

"So when do you start teaching? I want you to finish teaching soon so I can go home and buy a box of snacks for my granddaughter. I'll use the money I earn."

Zheng Huaming thought the old lady was too straightforward: "We can start now, don't we need to prepare anything?"

"Yes, yes." Old Lady Yang said as she reached out to Simao, "Simao, give me the recipe for milk."

Zheng Huaming: So your family has been prepared for this early in the morning!

Simao, who was called, reluctantly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and slowly walked forward to hand it to Old Lady Yang.

Seeing how reluctant he was, the old lady couldn't help but mutter: He just ate so much roast duck, but he walks so slowly, delaying my earning money.

The old lady opened the paper and found that she was illiterate. She looked around and handed the paper to Simao. Zheng Huaming, who was sitting next to the old lady, awkwardly withdrew his half-extended hand.

Old Lady Yang said, "Si Mao, you should read it to me. I can't remember so much. You should watch over me while I teach others."

Simao: Grandma, can I say no? Why do you need my help in making money? And you only buy snacks for your sister when you earn money, but not for me.

Da Mao, Er Mao, San Mao: That’s great. Our younger brothers have grown up and can help the family earn money.

Simao: Growing up! I don’t want to be this big now. I want to grow bigger so that I don’t have to follow them around the house and wipe their butts every day, wiping them hard.

Yes, the people in my family are very jumpy, changing one way at a time. If no one hadn't held them down in time, they might have jumped into the Atlantic Ocean.