There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 9

Song Rutang ignored the two people and found a bowl to mix the soup. When the others were not paying attention, he secretly dropped a few drops of the special lard issued by the system into it.

Qian Ming sniffed, looked at his wife's satisfied expression, and praised:
"fragrant!"

When the master and apprentice heard this, they thought, "Is this okay?"One day, this kitchen will belong to this little lady!
Seeing that Song Rutang had taken out the noodles early and soaked them in cold water, the two finally found out the reason and raised their voices:
"Nonsense! This is simply nonsense! This is fished out with raw feces in it, how can it be brewed with cold water?"

Song Rutang sighed, shook his head, and looked back at the master and apprentice. His eyes were full of helplessness, which made the master and apprentice doubt themselves.

Song Rutang's ears were finally at peace now. He took a pair of chopsticks and put the noodles into a bowl filled with soup and arranged them. He also sprinkled some blanched side dishes and brought them to Mrs. Qian.

Mrs. Qian couldn't hold back the smell for a long time. She picked up the noodles with chopsticks and put them in her mouth. She took a few mouthfuls of soup. After a while, she came to her senses and said with a curved eyebrow:
"It's really great. Madam, please give me a price. How much is this recipe? We bought it."

When Song Rutang first arrived in ancient times, the original owner had no memory of the selling price of recipes. He simply observed Mrs. Qian's expression and calmly said a number:

"100 taels."

When she heard the price, Mrs. Qian didn't show any shock on her face, but she was somewhat expected. She just felt that the price was beyond the budget. She raised her eyebrows slightly and chuckled:
"Young lady, you are a bit loud. The famine is very severe now. You sold me a recipe for 100 taels. Isn't it too high?"

Song Rutang looked at Mrs. Qian's appearance and knew that the price he offered was not very high, and there was still room for negotiation. He smiled and said:

"I'm still a little confused when I look at the two chefs. I believe that even with the recipes in the future, this craftsmanship will not be completely replicated. There is still a teaching fee in these 100 taels of silver."

Mrs. Qian nodded in approval, and while drinking tea, she turned her head slightly and glanced at Qian Ming.

Qian Ming immediately came forward, held his forehead and sighed:
"Madam, you see our business is getting worse and worse. We can hardly open the pot at home. Why don't we stop buying this recipe and wait until business gets better in the future?"

Both of them looked at Song Rutang. Mrs. Qian patted Qian Ming's hand in private to express her praise, and then spoke to Song Rutang at the right time:

"But I really like this recipe. It's hard for everyone to do business right now. How about you, Madam, be considerate of our husband and wife and sell this recipe to us for 50 taels?"

50 taels?Song Rutang thought of the bargaining method used in modern times, and remembered that she also cut the price in half at that time, but she didn't expect that it could still be used today.

So she stretched out nine fingers:
"90 taels, the same price."

Qian Ming and his wife looked at each other for a few times, and after some eye contact, they followed Song Rutang and relaxed:

"70 taels."

Song Rutang refused to give in, crossed his arms and raised the price by another five taels.

During the back-and-forth confrontation between the two sides, Qian Ming and his wife lost their momentum and made a deal with Song Rutang for 80 taels of silver.

Song Rutang was full of joy. In order to prevent Qian Ming and his wife from seeing her immaturity in this aspect, she still took the master and apprentice to teach in the kitchen with a cold face.

The master and apprentice, who had always been making trouble just now, couldn't help but panic when they saw Song Rutang's expression.

"Master, we have always caused trouble for this little lady, will she also give us trouble later?" The chef was surprised, feeling that he had lost face, and punched the waiter:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Your master and I are the experts. In the final analysis, she still has to serve the chef. Why does she still want to teach me because of her yellow-haired girl? Go burn more incense!"

The man covered his head and kept echoing, but he still couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

This little lady's face is very ugly. What if she is angry with her master and apprentice and refuses to show her sincerity to her? What will happen if they are kicked out by the shopkeeper's wife?
After thinking about it again and again, I finally felt that I was closer to the master. It would be better to cause more trouble for this little lady later and ask her to refund the money and stop teaching.

Song Rutang didn't know that there were so many dramas going on in the minds of the master and the apprentice at this moment. He just looked at the two people who were absent-minded and secretly filled the lard sent by the system into a jar during the lecture.

"This is how this soup is made. If you store it for a long time, you can use it for a long time by adding a little every time you make it."

The two masters and apprentices were thinking about things. Before they heard what was going on, they saw Song Rutang handing over a jar.

The two took the jar and were a little surprised when they smelled that the smell inside was obviously the same as that in the soup noodles.

This little lady doesn't cause trouble for them, but she still teaches them all these skills?
The chef didn't expect that he might have made a mistake. He stiffened his neck and listened to the whole teaching in silence, and finally added a bit stiffly:
"This noodle soup is very simple to make, but the soup is outstanding."

Song Rutang nodded and affirmed:

"The essence of this noodle is in the soup. Now that you two have learned it, I will go back to the room. I hope you will study more in the future and make better ones."

Song Rutang's original intention was to let the master and apprentice be more innovative. After all, the lard provided by the system was limited. If it ran out in the future, she really didn't know how to make another copy in this ancient time when supplies were scarce.

It's just that the master and the apprentice misunderstood, thinking that Song Rutang not only didn't care about the past, but also devoted himself to guiding them, and a feeling of shame surged up in their hearts.

In the end, the two lost their arrogance and sighed with red faces:
"Little lady, you are quite a nice person!"

Song Rutang was shocked by the praise and got goosebumps all over her body, and hurried back to the room.

Yang Songlan was already waiting impatiently. As soon as she opened the door and was about to go find Song Rutang, she saw Qian Ming walking over with a wooden box in his arms, his expression not very good.

Song Rutang followed Qian Ming and gave Yang Songlan a bared smile:

"Mom, look what I brought here?"

Yang Songlan was in shock. She was already sweating in her heart as she watched the shopkeeper put the box on the ground.

Tang Bao had been away for so long and came back with such a box. Could it be that he went out to dig dirt and made the shopkeeper angry again?
Song Rutang showed a happy expression at this moment. When he opened the box and took a look, he rolled his eyes at the rows of shiny silver.

Tsk tsk, I made so much money not long after traveling through time, can I become a wealthy businessman in the future?
Yang Songlan didn't think so anymore. When she saw the box of money, she rolled her eyes and almost fainted from fright.

This is much scarier than digging in the dirt. What earth-shattering good thing did her obedient Tang Bao do to deserve this box of money?

(End of this chapter)