Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Chapter 509 It’s called preserved egg

I have seen plenty of chicken eggs, duck eggs, and fried eggs. There is no such thing as a thousand-year-old egg. I will definitely expose the waiter's trick later.

"Okay!" the waiter responded cheerfully, and then added, "However, we sell them in portions here. Each portion contains three thousand-year-old eggs, and the total cost is eighty cents." As he said this, he stretched out his hand.

Bowen handed the money over without blinking an eye. He would let this waiter know how powerful he was and see how embarrassed he would be!

The waiter happily took the money and practically trotted off to the kitchen. He was ecstatic. After all, for every thousand-year-old egg he sold, he'd get a commission of 30 wen. His monthly salary was only 200 wen, so if he could sell one a day, that would bring him 900 wen in commission alone—far more than his salary.

As the waiter ran, he muttered to himself, "God bless me! I wish I could meet a fool like this from out of town every day. Only these ignorant outsiders would buy these thousand-year-old eggs for 80 wen each."

Wenyuan arranged accommodations and walked over slowly with Jifeng. Seeing Bowen's smug look, Wenyuan asked curiously, "Hey, what delicious food did you order? Look how happy you are!"

Bowen gently waved his fan, looking quite pleased with himself: "I ordered a thousand-year-old egg."

"What? Thousand-year-old eggs?" Wen Yuan couldn't help but touch the back of his head when he heard this. It had been more than half a month since he left Nanyang. Could it be that during the time he was away, some new and strange dishes had appeared in the city?

Wenyuan was wondering what this thousand-year-old egg was, when he saw the waiter coming over briskly with a plate of mixed preserved eggs and placing it steadily in front of Bowen.

"Master, look at this, this crystal clear thing is a thousand-year-old egg. It has a unique taste, I guarantee you'll never forget it after trying it once. You won't be able to taste something this delicious anywhere else."

Wen Yuan stared at the plate of preserved eggs and couldn't help but point at it, asking, "Is this the thousand-year-old egg you mentioned?"

The waiter puffed out his chest, "Guaranteed genuine! This egg won't go bad even after a thousand years!"

"You're talking nonsense! Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid who can be fooled? It won't break even after a thousand years of nonsense?" Wen Yuan was immediately furious and raised his voice to curse.

The waiter wasn't willing to let go of this deal so easily, so he quickly said, "Sir, our shop has been here for over a hundred years. I'm honest and trustworthy, and I never lie. If you don't believe me, just keep this egg for a thousand years. If it goes bad after a thousand years, come and find me!"

"Bah! How dare you talk nonsense! Do you think I'm stupid? When I left here, this was not an inn at all, it was clearly a garment shop. Your inn was only opened last week at most, and you dare to say it's been open for hundreds of years?" Wen Yuan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He clearly remembered that before he went to the capital to find Bo Wen, this place was still a bustling garment shop.

Just as Wenyuan and the waiter were arguing fiercely, Bowen reached out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of the sticky "thousand-year egg", slowly put it into his mouth, and began to chew it slowly.

In an instant, a strange taste spread in the mouth. This taste seemed to have been precipitated for a long time, with an indescribable unique charm, as if it had been stored for a very long time.

Bowen's eyes lit up. This... this is clearly the sedimentation of culture! The name of this "Millennium Egg" is indeed worthy of its name!

"Good, that's really good!" Bowen couldn't help but exclaimed, interrupting Wenyuan who was still arguing with the waiter.

He said to Wen Yuan excitedly, "Brother Wen, come and try it. After you try it, you'll understand why it's called the Thousand-Year Egg. Apart from these three words, I really can't think of any other name that can describe it so aptly."

Wen Yuan's eyes widened in anger, and he pointed at Bo Wen with a trembling finger, "Is it possible that it's actually called preserved egg?"

"How is that possible!" Bowen waved his hand dismissively, fanning himself leisurely. "How could an egg like this, imbued with thousands of years of cultural heritage, be given such a vulgar name?"

Wen Yuan was so angry that her face turned red. She grabbed Bowen's arm and said through gritted teeth, "I have to take you to a place where you can see whether this thing is called preserved egg or the thousand-year-old egg you mentioned!"

Bowen frowned, shook off Wenyuan's hand with some displeasure, glanced at him, and said coldly: "Pay attention to your identity, I am the master now, you are just my butler."

"Hmph, I think you're addicted to being a master!" Wen Yuan snorted unhappily. Suppressing his anger, he made an exaggerated gesture of invitation and said, "Please come in, Master!"

The waiter standing by looked at the two bickering old men and felt a pang in his heart. He inexplicably felt that these two old men seemed difficult to deal with. Their aura made him feel a little scared.

Wenyuan walked angrily on the street, with hurried steps and an invisible anger, while Jifeng and Bowen followed behind him slowly.

Bowen walked, surveying his surroundings with interest. The streets were bustling with people. Children clutching candied haws (candied haws) in their hands, playing and laughing as they weaved through the crowds. The shops lined the streets, seemingly doing brisk business.

Bowen couldn't help but nod secretly, feeling deeply: This Nanyang Prefecture is really well governed. In the capital, even in prosperous places, you can occasionally see beggars begging on the streets, but here, there is not a single beggar in sight.

But strangely, some officials reported that Nanyang Prefecture was the worst hit. What was the reason behind this? Bowen fell into deep thought.

As he passed a shop, the rich aroma of baba hit his nose and instantly penetrated Bowen's nasal cavity. The fragrant and delicious smell made him take a few deep breaths. He didn't expect that in Nanyang City, there was such a skilled pastry chef.

"Let's go and take a look." Bowen said to Ji Feng beside him.

Monsoon responded respectfully: "Yes, Master."

The two walked into the shop. Taohua was busy in front of the steamer. Seeing the two unfamiliar faces, she smiled and said, "You two look like you're from out of town. You two must try our Baba King's baba."

Bowen's gaze fell on the baba in the steamer, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "Not bad, not bad, these baba made into animal shapes look very unique. What is this?" He asked, pointing to one of the baba.

Taohua explained with a smile, "This is a baba made from sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes are a specialty here. You might as well buy one to try."