"Sigh!" Lin Sanshui let out a frustrated sigh, hoping in his heart that it wasn’t Mrs. Wang who leaked the recipe.
If it was, forgiving her easily would certainly be impossible, and his elder brother would be caught in a dilemma, causing quite a stir in their once peaceful home.
Mrs. Zhu stepped forward with a puzzled expression, "Tell me, even if it was Mrs. Wang who leaked the recipe, what was she even after?"
After all, the family is currently benefiting from the third branch’s business, bringing in considerable income each month. If the business falls apart due to this meddling, what benefits would they gain?
Lin Sanshui quickly asked Dahu, "Dahu, you said the person who made the smoked sausages went to the restaurant? Do you know their name?"
"The young master inquired..." Before Dahu could finish his sentence, his expression turned sour, "It’s also a Wang, named Wang Wei!"
Initially, he hadn’t considered his sister-in-law, and didn’t think much of the surname, but now all these coincidences coming together made it easy to suspect Mrs. Wang’s involvement in this matter.
Gu Nian stood silently at the back the whole time, and Mrs. Jiang noticed this scene, asking, "Niannian, what’s wrong?"
"It’s nothing." Gu Nian forced a smile, "The recipe has already been leaked, no matter who did it, it’s a done deal. What we should focus on now is how to stabilize the situation at Qinglin Restaurant."
"Should we also lower our prices?" Dahu recalled what Zheng Shaochen had said, that if they could match Wang Wei’s prices, he would prefer this side.
Of course, if Wang Wei lowered his prices again, their profits would only thin out further.
"No, we won’t lower the prices." Gu Nian smiled, "Since my elder brother is back, stay home for a day. Tomorrow I’ll make something good for you to take over."
In fact, making smoked sausages is not easy; a single pig intestine can only hold about thirty to forty pounds of meat. Lin Sanshui goes to the town’s pig slaughterhouse every day to purchase pig intestines, and any leftover meat that’s not used up is all made into cured meat hanging in their home.
So, in ancient times, this kind of business could only be done on a small scale as Wang Da’s operation was not sustainable, there weren’t that many pig intestines available.
Gu Nian originally planned to wait until the farm opened next year for further planning, but now that she’s being pressured, she has to change her strategy earlier.
Knowing Gu Nian’s culinary skills, the Lin Sanshui family exchanged glances, and their previous unease settled significantly.
This shift is because, over time, they’ve come to completely trust Gu Nian’s craft.
Every time Gu Nian cooks, Dahu always ends up doing the hard and tiring work if he’s around.
Of course, this time, compared to Dahu, the labor of Lin Sanshui and his brother Lin Ershui was enriched to the fullest.
Because the tasks of stewing and pounding meat fell to the two of them.
As night fell, Wuming returned carrying a food box, "Master, Miss Gu has made something delicious again. I heard quite a commotion from their house when I passed by, so I went in to take a look. Miss Gu asked me to bring this back for you."
Wuming opened the food box to reveal three dishes inside, and Nan Jin Yu’s eyes sparkled instantly.
He had eaten meatballs before but had never seen such distinctively made ones.
Reaching out, Wuming quickly handed over a pair of chopsticks. Nan Jin Yu extended the chopsticks towards the bowl of meatball soup, picking up a tender white meatball and placing it in his mouth.