Farming with kids: My deceased husband returns and I spoil him rotten.

Because of what happened some time ago, Liu Bazi is extremely guilty and doesn't dare to refuse. He even offered to buy hair ties for the three girls as compensation.

Shang Qing remained silent in response to the apology, intending to let the child decide for himself whether to forgive.

Once they were seated in the oxcart that Liu Bazi had brought, the two fell silent and quietly watched ahead.

"I'm going to deliver some wine. Do you want to come with me, or go out for a walk and I'll come find you later?"

"I'll just look around nearby. Once you're done with your work, just wait for me at that restaurant over there."

Shang Qing turned to look to the side, and soon walked into a nearby shop.

After confirming that the other party had not left immediately, Liu Bazi drove his cart quickly into the liquor store he had been cooperating with.

Shang Qing, who was acting alone, did not wander around aimlessly. Instead, he found a shop with poor business on the street and went straight inside.

"Waiter, bring me some of your spiciest dishes."

"The spiciest? Are you sure? Our dishes are..."

Before the waiter could finish speaking, the man who rushed out interrupted him, gave him a lecture, and then turned and went into the kitchen.

Only after the person left did Shang Qing have a chance to observe the man.

The other person was neither tall nor short, and had a face that screamed "cunning businessman," which gave Shang Qing a bad first impression.

Realizing this, the other party could only show Genwei's helpless smile, run back to the door and flip through the account book that had only a few pages written on it.

The man's frequent glances back were too obvious, making Shang Qing feel a little uncomfortable, but she endured it for the sake of her own opportunity.

She waited patiently until everything was served, and immediately picked up her chopsticks. However, after only two bites, her brows furrowed.

"Shopkeeper, your dishes aren't spicy at all, no wonder there are so few customers."

"Not spicy? How is that possible? Our chef is..."

The shopkeeper stepped forward, intending to argue with the troublemaker, when he saw Shang Qing take a jar out of the bamboo basket he had brought and place it on the table.

Before I could even figure out what was going on, the other person already had a piece of pickled radish in their hand.

"Try it and you'll see why I say that."

"It's just a jar of pickled vegetables, what's the big deal... ugh!"

Before the shopkeeper could finish speaking, he was rendered speechless by the strong smell of the bubbling fumes.

He gulped down several cups of tea before looking at Shang Qing with even greater excitement.

Do you have any special seasonings? How much did I buy them for?

"The seasoning is a unique recipe that I can't sell, but I'm not here to give you something you want to buy."

The shopkeeper was taken aback, then looked at the pickled vegetables on the table, his brows furrowing again as he hesitated and stared ahead.

Guessing why the other party hesitated, Shang Qing smiled again.

"Although it's just pickled vegetables, I can use them to make seven different dishes, each of which is unique."

"It's not that I don't believe it, but it's too unbelievable. Please, young lady, make me a dish to taste. If it's really as you say, I'll buy all seven of them."

Shang Qing knew the other party wasn't joking, so she immediately nodded, took the small jar, and headed towards the kitchen.

Not worried about others stealing her technique, she quickly found chicken gizzards, had someone clean and chop them, and threw them into the oil with ginger slices. She immediately added them to the oil.

After stir-frying it a couple of times, I threw in the chopped kimchi and stir-fried it together. I could hear the sound of people swallowing their saliva coming from the side.

"This is the simplest spicy stir-fried chicken gizzard. Do I need to name the other seven dishes?"

"No, that's not necessary!"

"Shopkeeper, I have never eaten anything so delicious. If you don't ask me to stay, I will go and become your apprentice."

Upon hearing the man's voice, Shang Qing waved his hand, indicating that he would not accept any disciples.

The shopkeeper frowned slightly when he saw her like this. He was about to ask what it meant when he saw a folded note placed on the table.

"what is this?"

"It's exactly what you need right now."

Having understood Shang Qing's meaning, the shopkeeper immediately rushed forward, wanting to take the note back, but a hand was faster than him and snatched it away.

He was about to get angry, but then he realized it was Shang Qing. Just as he was about to reveal his bargaining chip, the man had already put the item into his pocket.

"What do you want?"

"This recipe is known only to me. How much do you think it's worth, shopkeeper?"

one person?

The shopkeeper looked suspiciously at Shang Qing, who wasn't very old, as if he wanted to say something else, but everyone around him kept urging him on.

"Shopkeeper, you can attract a lot of customers with just this one dish, let alone seven dishes. Don't hesitate, or else..."

"Shut up, I'm the boss here."

"You don't know the value of firewood, rice, oil, and salt until you're in charge of the household; every single dish in this category will cost a fortune."

Having already guessed this possibility, Shang Qing smiled again, placed one of the portions on the table, and observed the changes in the shopkeeper's face out of the corner of his eye.

The other person's gaze wasn't satisfied with just that dish; instead, they stared at her hand holding the recipe.

"Shopkeeper, do you have a better way to get all my recipes without having to pay all the money at once?"

"This? How could such a good thing happen? Aren't you worried that I'll run away with the recipe?"

escape?

That's a real shame, since she's the only one who dares to use those seasonings right now.

Shang Qing was very confident. He put down a menu with a smile and gave the shopkeeper a sly smile.

"While it may not be to everyone's approval, it is enough for some people who can't live without spicy food."

"And the rest..."

There is no one in this world who is not greedy.

Shang Qing smiled and put the recipe in her pocket, this time saying the word "spicy".

The previous dish could only be described as sour and spicy, and since they hadn't tasted the numbing and spicy flavor, everyone couldn't help but imagine what it would taste like.

To complete their description, Shang Qing ate a mouthful of Sichuan peppercorns before squinting and describing the texture and flavor of the boiled fish.

Unable to resist the temptation, the boss actually got up and rushed to the ledger, carefully carrying something over.

"This is all I have. If you need more, I don't have any more to give you."

"Shopkeeper, I have another idea. Would you like to hear it?"

The other person wasn't stupid either; they knew that Shang Qing meant there was a way to get him to buy the recipes for seven dishes, so they immediately sat down next to him.

The two looked at each other, and then another piece of paper appeared on the table.

“I will provide all the necessary seasonings and recipes when I make a sale, and you will guarantee me a share of the profits from every sale, no more than three coins per bowl.”

"it is good."

For just three cents, that's cheaper than buying a restaurant menu.

But there's another problem.

"I can agree to your method, but you must guarantee that there is only one recipe in the whole city, and no other restaurant can make the same taste."

"Well... I can guarantee that, but I also hope that the shopkeeper won't lie to me or falsify the accounts."