I became the villain's deceased wife

When Song Tian arrived at Zuixianlou in the county town on a ox cart, his heart was still beating fast.

Although the recipe in her hand was in short supply here, it was not worth three hundred taels of silver. If Shopkeeper Yang was willing to lower the price...

Do you want to try another restaurant first?

But other restaurants don’t know that her food is delicious, so they may offer it at a lower price.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Song? I was just about to ask someone to go to the foot shop to pick up the goods. You came personally to deliver them today?"

While she was daydreaming, Shopkeeper Yang had already discovered her.

Song Tian took a breath and went forward:

"Manager Yang, you don't have to send anyone. I didn't deliver any tofu today."

The smile on Yang Shucai's face faded:

"Miss, are you going to regret it? We have already made an agreement. It would be really unfair of you to do this..."

He launched a new product, fried tofu with soy sauce, yesterday, and gave a plate to every table of customers who came to dine, which received unanimous praise.

He was thinking of starting the sale today to recoup the promotion costs, but he didn't expect Song Tian to give him this.

Song Tian carried her tools on her back and walked forward a few steps with the clanking sounds:

"Don't get me wrong, Shopkeeper Yang. Although I don't make tofu, I have decided to sell this tofu recipe to you. You may not be able to sell the new product today, but you won't be constrained by the lack of raw materials in the future. Why not?"

When Yang Shucai heard that they wanted to sell the house to him, he immediately put on a smile again.

In this way, it is indeed very cost-effective.

It’s just that Song Tian was unwilling to sell such a good recipe at first, so why is he suddenly willing to sell it now?

"Why does the girl suddenly want to sell her house?"

Yang Shucai asked casually while inviting Song Tian into the restaurant.

Song Tian said vaguely:

"Of course there is a reason for this. Shopkeeper Yang is just preparing to make more money."

Yang Shucai smiled with wrinkles all over his face:

"Thank you for your kind words, young lady!"

He took Song Tian to a spacious single room that looked like his private office.

He asked someone to serve Song Tian tea and snacks, then sat opposite her and asked with a smile:

"How do you sell this recipe, girl? Do you write down the ingredients and directions? Or..."

He glanced at Song Tian's large bag of tools.

Song Tian was also unambiguous, took a sip of tea and said:

"If you only write down the recipe and ingredients, I'm afraid your chef won't be able to control the quality and timing."

She looked at the tofu-making tools she had just purchased with regret.

"I don't plan to sell it in the future anyway, so I'll just teach the chefs to make it first. I promise I'll teach them until they learn it."

This was exactly what Shopkeeper Yang wanted. He stood up and refilled Song Tian's tea, nodding with satisfaction:

"That's good, of course. Nowadays, there are very few customers as honest as Miss Song."

As the owner of a restaurant, adding new items to the menu is one of his main jobs. Manager Yang has purchased many recipes from folk craftsmen before.

But some of them just verbally describe or write down the usage of ingredients, so the chefs are bound to make mistakes when actually cooking, and the food they produce is not satisfactory.

"That's right, Shopkeeper Yang!"

Song Tian took another sip of tea and felt a little nervous.

"I promise to teach you how to stir-fry the sauce and make tofu. I can also make six main dishes with tofu as the main ingredient. I promise to teach you until you can do it. But you have to give me a higher price."

This is the money she needs to save her life. Three hundred taels is just the minimum. If anything else happens, the amount may be even higher.

Yang Shucai stroked his chin thoughtfully.

How high does the "a little higher" that Song Tian mentioned mean?

"Of course I welcome new dishes, but I don't know what Miss Song's price is. You might as well tell me directly so that I can have a reference."

Song Tian took a breath and stretched out three fingers.

She knew it would be better to bid higher the first time, but her things were not worth a higher price.

Sure enough, Yang Shucai frowned immediately:

"Three hundred taels is too much!"

Normally, he would only pay ten taels of silver for a dish. Even if Song Tian's dish was delicious and promised to teach him how to cook it, it would not be worth three hundred taels of silver.

And I don't know how the ten dishes she mentioned will taste.

Song Tian clenched her fists. She knew the price was a bit high, but she really had no choice.

“Shopkeeper Yang has tasted my fried tofu with soy sauce and knows how my dishes taste. I promise that the next six dishes I will make will not be inferior to the fried tofu.

There are so many restaurants in Fenglin County. If you are not willing to pay this price, I will have to ask other restaurants if they want it."

This shopkeeper Yang seemed to be a good man, and she didn't want to cheat him unless it was absolutely necessary.

Shopkeeper Yang laughed:

"Miss, this is not very kind. You promised me to send me a basket of tofu and a can of sauce every day, but now you are selling the tofu recipe to someone else. I have the right to sue you in the government."

Although he is easy to talk to, he is not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by others, otherwise he would not be able to support such a large restaurant.

Song Tian was silent.

She wanted to say that it was just a verbal agreement between us and there was no real evidence.

But doing this is no different from being a rogue.

She thought for a while before saying:

“How about I increase the number of new dishes for Shopkeeper Yang to ten?

But the three hundred taels of silver must not be less."

Shopkeeper Yang estimated:

"Two hundred and sixty taels, no more!"

If two hundred and fifty didn't sound bad, he wouldn't have wanted to add the extra ten taels.

Song Tian was finally discouraged. Why was it always just a little short of success?

"To be honest with you, the reason I have to pay three hundred taels is because my mother-in-law fell and was seriously injured when she went to grind beans yesterday. She needs this silver to save her life..."

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously turned red.

Three hundred taels, she still couldn't do it!

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

However, Shopkeeper Yang gave her a reproachful look.

"I'm not the kind of profiteering businessman. Besides, your mother-in-law grinds beans and makes tofu for Zuixianlou. I should pay the three hundred taels."

Song Tian was still a little dazed.

Is that... all?

Shopkeeper Yang had already taken out three silver notes worth one hundred taels from the drawer and stuffed them into Song Tian's pockets.

"Go back and save your mother-in-law first. It doesn't matter if the recipe is delayed for a few days."

"You are such a good man!"

Song Tian burst into tears of gratitude, trembling slightly as he held the three hundred taels of silver.

But she couldn't just take advantage of him.

"There's no rush to save lives. Doctor Liu from Huichuntang in my hometown has already helped to see the patient. He won't stop giving my mother medicine just because he can't get the money in the past two days.

Since you have agreed to it, Shopkeeper Yang, I will prepare the recipe and dishes for you first."

She had overthought it before. No matter which era it is, there are still many good people.

Shopkeeper Yang smiled lovingly:

"I knew you were an honest girl. You've been traveling for such a long time, you look so exhausted. Just take a rest first. Tell me what you need to prepare in advance, and I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it."

Song Tian was really tired and didn't bother to be pretentious. He just asked someone to soak the beans first, and then grind them into soy milk with a stone mill when they were fully soaked.

Shopkeeper Yang started to make arrangements, but before leaving he suddenly turned around and asked:

"The doctor Liu you just mentioned is Liu Shouren?"

Song Tian nodded:

"You know him?"

Shopkeeper Yang stroked his beard with a smile:

"I didn't expect that he still runs a clinic. He is indeed a good doctor who saves lives!"

"Doctor Liu is indeed a great doctor with extraordinary medical skills."

Just a little stingy.