Dahu didn’t dare get angry; he just looked at Gu Nian and said softly, "I think no matter if it’s the dishes made yesterday or today’s cold jelly, their taste is much better than my master’s skills, so I was wondering if we should sell these recipes to the restaurant? I’m sure it will be very popular."
Lin Sanshui looked at Dahu and earnestly said, "It’s fine to say that among our own family, but definitely don’t bring it up in front of your master."
These days, anyone with some skill is quite proud.
To say that someone in their sixties, who’s spent a lifetime honing their cooking skills, doesn’t measure up to a little girl would surely offend people.
Dahu naturally understood this principle. "I definitely won’t say it in front of my master." He’s not stupid, after all.
Only then did Lin Sanshui breathe a sigh of relief, saying, "The recipes belong to your little sister, so whether or not to sell them is her decision; we can’t make this choice for her."
At first, they hesitated for a long time about whether or not to adopt this little girl.
In just over half a month, Lin Sanshui couldn’t help but feel secretly grateful.
He knew that many people in the village said he and his wife were foolish, claiming they couldn’t even afford to raise their own children and yet went to adopt someone else’s child.
However, not long after adopting Gu Nian, the family went from barely being able to feed themselves to having surplus silver!
Plus, the honey outside had all been handled properly, and they estimated it could sell for a few taels of silver; now there’s a recipe too, this child is simply full of treasures.
Nowadays, he feels that having such a child stay in their home is rather a grievance for her.
Having heard this, Dahu asked Gu Nian, "Sis, what do you think?" Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt
In Dahu’s view, while the recipe is good, keeping it at home would only lead to it going to waste; only at the restaurant could it reach its fullest potential, allowing everyone to taste it.
But dad has already said the recipe belongs to sis; despite being a grown man, he can’t take advantage of a little girl.
Though he had the idea of selling the recipe, once it was sold, he would give the silver to sis and definitely would not take advantage.
Gu Nian rested her chin on her hand, thought for a moment, and said, "We can certainly sell the recipe! I still want to earn lots and lots of money, build a big house, buy lots of land, and then we can have a good life together as a family."
Lin Sanshui and Mrs. Jiang couldn’t help but laugh.
Everyone thought Gu Nian was speaking childish words.
Being fortunate is one thing; everyone believed Gu Nian could make a little money, but building a big house and buying lots of land seemed a bit unrealistic.
"Alright, then your mom and I will wait to enjoy the blessings from our little Niannian!" Lin Sanshui didn’t crush her confidence.
Gu Nian knew they wouldn’t believe her for the time being, but she was sure that in the near future, she would prove it with facts.
"Brother, after you get back to the restaurant, try out the braised pork recipe first, and as for the other recipes, we’ll discuss them later." Gu Nian said.
That could serve as a foot in the door.
In her previous life, Gu Nian’s ancestors were Imperial Chefs, passing down countless generations, and her family ran a chain of restaurants. She could handle a full Han banquet effortlessly, holding numerous recipes including various sauce-making methods.
If Qinglin Restaurant was worth cooperating with, she wouldn’t mind selling a few more recipes.
After all, she was indifferent at the moment; quickly accumulating capital was the most important thing. With money, she could do what she wanted to do.
Of course, all of this hinges on Qinglin Restaurant being worth the cooperation.