Yang Ruxin naturally understood the old basket’s thoughts, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she smiled and asked, "Uncle, what do you think of this pancake? Is it good? Filling?"
"Delicious," the old basket quickly hid the moisture in his eyes, nodding vigorously. "The pancake is very chewy, the meat is particularly fragrant, very filling!"
"Do you think if I made these and sold them at the docks, would anyone buy them?" Yang Ruxin continued to ask.
"You want to sell these?" The old basket’s eyes suddenly widened.
"Yeah, I’m good at making food," Yang Ruxin nodded. "Uncle, you deal with people all the time. Do you think I can sell them?" The old basket usually interacted with those who made a living through manual labor. She had previously discussed with Uncle Lü about the situation at the docks. While Lianhua Town’s docks weren’t large, the traffic of ships was still very frequent. Where there were ships, there were laborers, who, although they were from nearby villages, wouldn’t go home for lunch at noon—how would they continue to work? So, they usually brought their own food or bought something nearby.
What she made was similar to a pork bun, but she also wanted to make crepes with eggs, which were very popular in later generations and would definitely be well-received here. However, that required making a stove cart, which she had already drawn the blueprints for and asked Yang Rulin to help make.
Moreover, the third granduncle had also agreed to the collaboration she had discussed with Yang Rulin earlier. But she needed to wait until the dispute between herself and the Yang Family’s old house was mostly settled before she could start. Otherwise, if she made money, knowing the nature of those people at the old Yang Family house, they would definitely come to take a share.
"Definitely," the old basket nodded, "but the price..."
"I’m thinking six coins each, and I’ll include vegetable soup or fish and bone soup. Do you think that’s fair?" Yang Ruxin had already calculated the cost. It was about three to four coins each, so at six coins per item, the profit would be quite substantial.
How many people in later generations who sold crepes or kebabs became millionaires despite starting with such humble wares? Here, she didn’t seek wealth and riches but hoped for a business that could give her confidence.
"That’s very fair," the old basket considered it, and nodded eagerly, "For six coins, you can only buy two steamed buns or have a bowl of vegetarian noodles, which certainly isn’t enough for those workers. But this is different. I already feel sixty or seventy percent full just from one, and with a bowl of soup, it would be even better..."
"Since Uncle Basket thinks so, I am reassured," Yang Ruxin smiled.
"If you need my help, just let me know," the old basket said more smoothly now, his mood very bright because of Yang Ruxin’s humor.
"Then I’ll thank you in advance, Uncle."
As they were talking, the cart entered the town and quickly stopped in front of the Quanshun Building.
Han Baichuan came out to greet, "Girl, you’ve finally come..." Then, without waiting for Yang Ruxin to speak, he called to the shop assistants to bring the shrimp sauce inside.
"It looks like my Divine Sauce didn’t disappoint you," Yang Ruxin smiled.
"If you hadn’t said you were coming today to deliver, I would’ve gone to your place to take it myself," Han Baichuan felt that partnering with this girl was the best decision of his life. "At first, everyone was indeed observing, but I followed your suggestion and conducted a taste test, and in just two days, those twenty jin of Divine Sauce were all gone... Is there a chance that..."