The Rough Hunter’s Little Lucky Wife Novel - Chapter 257

257 Cooperation

After he swallowed the food in his mouth, he couldn’t help but say, “This has been my favorite dish for many years so I’ve tried many styles. To be honest, the pickled vegetables in this pickled vegetable fish are the best I’ve ever eaten. Pickled vegetables aren’t worthless. It’s an acquired taste.”

“That’s true.” Sun Jiyan had the same taste as his master. When he had a bite, he even put aside his usual refined manner. “Although this village is remote, there are many capable people.”

“You’re right.” Madam Qin said.

In the beginning, when she found out that Zhao Zhan was the one who prepared all three meals a day, she felt fear and trepidation for a few days.

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“Even after the late Madam Yan married, she still had to find a servant to cook for her, but in this countryside, most families had women that cooked.

“Sir Zhao has cooked for my lady every day. Moreover, his cooking skills are so amazing!

“There used to be a shop in Yang City that specializes in selling pickled vegetables. That shop claimed that their skills were passed down from their ancestors. I was lucky to have tasted it a few times in the manor. Although it was refreshing, it can’t be compared to today’s dish.”

Zhao Zhan had his head buried, busying himself to put enough food in Jiaojiao’s bowl. When he heard the other people’s compliments, he felt light-headed.

After the meal, he rushed out of the door and went straight to Yang Maozhong’s house.

“Yang Maozhong!”

“That sounds like Zhao Zhan’s voice. Did something happen to him while he ate our pickled vegetables?” Gu Xiaoyu rolled over and sat up. She could not help but let her thoughts run wild. “He has a doctor at home. Maybe he found it bad!”

“Don’t talk nonsense. We ate the pickled vegetables you made for lunch and we’re all fine now,” Yang Maozhong said as he walked out.

“How can Zhao Zhan’s wife’s body be the same as our thick-skinned bodies?”

Gu Xiaoyu said as she followed him out, worried.

“Yang Maozhong, Xiaoyu, did I disturb you?”

no, no.”No, not at all.”

Zhao Zhan entered the courtyard in a flash and took the stool that Gu Xiaoyu handed over. He then thanked her, “Yang Maozhong, I came today to discuss with you about opening a pickled vegetable workshop.”

“What? A workshop?”

Gu Xiaoyu did not even manage to sit properly on the bench and fell down. She couldn’t care less about the pain as she got up and waved her hands repeatedly, “This will make people laugh at me. I only know how to pickle pickled vegetables. What kind of workshop will it be? You can go out and ask around. Which family in our village doesn’t know how to pickle vegetables?”

“Don’t take what she says to heart.” Yang Maozhong patted his wife’s back to make up for the rudeness. “It’s mainly because she thinks that we can’t spend money recklessly. Your tofu business is doing quite well. Why would you want to open a pickled vegetable workshop now?”

“I’ll also continue to do the tofu business.”

Shang in Huai County, Lin Chenzhi in Wangshan, and the Yue family in Yang City all gave Zhao Zhan a sense of urgency to make more money.

The tofu business could be profitable, but if he wanted to expand his reign, he had to wait until soybean cultivation became widespread.

This was too slow. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yang Maozhong, Xiaoyu, I came here today to properly discuss this matter with you both,” Zhao Zhan said with a serious tone and a serious face. “Although everyone pickles pickled vegetables, no one else can make it as refreshing and sour as yours.”