After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

"The taste is impeccable. Everyone who has tried it has brought some back home for their families, especially the old lady of the Gu family, who loves it so much!"

"Almost all of them were sold out by noon yesterday. I kind of regret not ordering a few more from you."

The voice became louder and louder, and Manager Hu immediately took out a document from the side and handed it to Fang Tong.

"Brother Fang, we'll have to trouble you to provide it for a long time in the future. Take a look at it. If there's nothing that needs to be changed, just sign it."

Fang Tong took it and looked at it. It was clearly a supply contract written on it.

The contract was simple and clear: for six months, fifty cakes would be delivered every day. The price was one cake forty-five cents.

Fifty bucks?!

A rough calculation showed that Fang Tong's mouth was almost stretched to his ears.

He coughed lightly and pretended to be steady: "If Shopkeeper Hu thinks this cake is good, I will naturally send more. Thank you for your care. Let's make money together."

Although this statement is rough, it is true.

"However, should we add a clause to the document, such as snow or rain? If the delivery is delayed, our..."

Fang Tong actually doesn't know many words, so he can only read a few of the documents.

When we were young, my eldest brother was the only one in the family who studied and did no work, but he was still fat and white.

He was not convinced, so he went to the school secretly a few times and learned some things by hiding under the crack of the door.

The Master was a good-natured man who didn't mind things. Although Fang Tong was a poor fellow, he wasn't ungrateful. He would learn from others and help them fetch water and chop wood.

Anyway, I don't do any housework at all, I just do it for the teacher.

Later, the eldest brother complained to the family, and his father beat him up and kept a close eye on him, not allowing him to study secretly.

"Don't worry, Brother Fang, the money for our snacks is paid every day. If something happens and they're not delivered one day, it's okay to send them another day."

Shopkeeper Hu comforted him.

That is, if it is delivered, you will get money, and if it is not delivered, you will naturally have no money.

Fang Tong has no objection, just don't ask him to compensate you for not delivering something.

Without any worries, Fang Tong signed the contract without hesitation.

Shopkeeper Hu took it with a smile, and looking at Fang Tong's calm expression, he looked up to him even more.

Ordinary farmers don't have this kind of determination.

He didn't know that after leaving Juxiang Tower, Fang Tong's legs felt so weak that he didn't know how he got to Qingfeng Tower.

"Here you are. Why isn't the little girl with you today?"

When Manager Wan came over, he happened to see Fang Tong standing at the door and greeted him with a smile.

He and the little girl got along quite well.

"The child is young and the county town is too far away. It's inconvenient to go back and forth, so he's resting at home. Shopkeeper Wan, the cake is delivered."

After saying this, Fang Tong was about to unload the goods, but was stopped by Manager Wan.

"That's right, I have something to tell you about this cake."

With Manager Hu taking the lead, Fang Tong seemed much calmer this time.

However, when I saw the document, I couldn't help but feel happy.

"Brother Fang, you know that the demand for dim sum in my teahouse is very high. On weekdays, there is no shortage of wealthy young men and masters and mistresses who come to listen to music and watch operas. Such noble people are not short of money. They only want the real good things."

This is to praise the quality of his own cake. Fang Tong stood straight, his face was calm, but he couldn't help feeling proud in his heart.

It is indeed a recipe given by a god, and it is indeed his wife’s craftsmanship.

Shopkeeper Wan took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "So, for a period of one year, 70 yuan a day. Also, our county cannot sell this cake to other teahouses. What do you think?"

"Okay, I have to thank Manager Wan for his kindness." Fang Tong agreed readily.

He knew that teahouses were different from restaurants. In addition to storytellers and opera troupes, tea and snacks were also a major way to attract customers.

After all, a restaurant is a place to eat, and dim sum is just a side dish after the meal, so Juxianglou does not care much about whether cakes are served separately.

Both parties signed the document neatly.

Fang Tong seemed to remember something and took a cloth bag from the cart.

"Manager Wan, try this."

He opened the cloth bag, and inside were plump chestnuts with their shells opened, and a glossy luster could be seen on them.

"Is this... chestnut? It looks different from yesterday's."

Manager Wan was suspicious.

The color is obviously brighter and the sweetness is stronger.

"This is sugar-roasted chestnuts. We just made it at home, a new flavor." Fang Tong smiled mysteriously and pushed the sugar-roasted chestnuts towards him: "Don't worry, the taste is guaranteed."

Manager Wan took the chestnut without hesitation, peeled it and put it in his mouth.

The chestnut aroma is accompanied by a hint of sweetness, and the sweetness is even stronger after adding sugar.

Shopkeeper Wan raised an eyebrow and said, "The taste is really different. Sweet and soft, one bite at a time."

"Of course not. I stir-fried it six or seven times to get this effect. It's not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also wastes a lot of sugar." Fang Tong immediately responded. Of course, he exaggerated some of the facts, but as a businessman, you can't be unscrupulous: "The famine is severe now. Every household has nothing to eat. Sugar and meat are ridiculously expensive. Just look at the prices..."

It definitely can’t be the price they verbally agreed on yesterday.

Manager Wan had run Qingfeng Tower for many years, so he understood what he meant and immediately laughed.

"Make a price."

These sugar-roasted chestnuts are different from melon seeds and should be more popular among female customers.

Although there are few female customers in his teahouse, if the male customers who come to listen to his stories enjoy the food, they will definitely bring some back home for their wives and children.

"Since it uses sugar, the price will naturally be higher. At least thirty cents per pound."

The square bronze lion opened its mouth wide.

"Thirty cents? That's a bit expensive." Manager Wan frowned.

The cake was expensive, but that was understandable. After all, it was made of glutinous rice flour, sugar, and eggs. Manager Wan could accept the price of forty-five cents.

But these chestnuts don't look very big, and you can't count them all by eating one in one bite.

What's more, pork nowadays only costs about twenty cents.

"Fifteen cents, and I'll take the chestnuts you brought. This is a long-term business."

The taste was indeed impeccable, so Manager Wan was willing to make up his mind.

"Manager Wan, how can you cut it in half like that? Twenty-eight cents, it can't be any lower!"

"Fifteen, no higher."

"It's not easy doing business these days, and sugar is scarce. If you really want it, I'll give you twenty-five. I really can't give you any less!"

"Fifteen!" Manager Wan refused to give in, his tone firm.

The two of them went back and forth and finally agreed on a price of twenty cents.

Fang Tong had to talk his mouth off just to increase the price by five cents.

"Now that the price has been finalized, let's sign a document."

Manager Wan, however, was neither too enthusiastic nor too angry, and even had a smile on his face.

Fang Tong instantly felt that he had been cheated. He should have been able to get more, even just a penny!

But the words have been spoken, how can they be changed?

"Row."

Manager Wan took a pen and paper and drafted the document on the spot, even stamping it with the Qingfeng Tower seal.

"So it's settled, ten catties a day, twenty cents per catty."

"to make."

Fang Tong took a quick look and left Qingfeng Tower.

After the cart was emptied of all the things it had brought, he felt as if he was walking lightly.

They sold out so quickly?

Fang Tong came back to his senses, pushed the empty cart, and grinned.

This time, my daughter wants to eat shredded pork noodles, so I arranged it! Big pork elbow, so I arranged it!