After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 198 Recipes

Chapter 198: Chapter 198 Recipes

Su Yu seemed to see through his thoughts and spoke frankly, "Boss He, these recipes were originally my closely guarded secrets, never before disclosed. However, considering your forthright personality and the sincerity of paying a personal visit, in addition to my willingness to contribute to the suppression of the Food Taste Restaurant, I’ll make an exception this time. The secret recipes for ten dishes, for only one hundred taels of silver, what do you think?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding crowd couldn’t help but draw in a breath of cold air, shocked by the price, while others secretly calculated its value.

Ten exquisite dishes priced at one hundred taels of silver indeed were no small matter, rightly termed as costly.

However, there wasn’t a trace of hesitation in He Hongmao’s eyes, a resolute smile appeared on his lips, and almost without thinking, he uttered a word, "Deal."

A shock went through Su Yu’s heart, this readiness had taken her by surprise.

She had thought it would take a verbal battle, yet He Hongmao was so direct, as if he had been prepared all along and completely undisturbed by this significant expenditure.

She pondered in her heart if all her previous careful thoughts and groundwork had been in vain.

At that moment, an urgent voice broke the silence of the room.

He Hongmao’s cousin, Liu Ji, his face filled with anxiety, hurriedly spoke to dissuade him, "Cousin, we have a total of just over one hundred taels of silver in our accounts, spending all of it on recipes is really... Sigh, too risky!"

Su Yu hadn’t expected that Boss He’s financial situation was so tight, that he would deplete all his resources just for the secret of a dish.

In his actions, she sensed a desperation close to despair, as if she had become his last straw to save the inn.

He Hongmao’s decision seemed impulsive but contained a resolution akin to burning his boats.

He knew well that despite limited funds, with these uniquely crafted special dishes, he could make the once illustrious name of "Drunken Immortal Inn" echo through the realm once more and rejuvenate.

Sensing He Hongmao’s determination, Su Yu also displayed her generosity and sincerity, "Since Boss He is so generous, I’m willing to gift you an additional five recipes for exquisite small dishes, hoping that our cooperation will flourish and become even more fruitful."

Upon hearing this, He Hongmao couldn’t help but express his astonishment, "What? You have more recipes in hand?"

He had thought that what Su Yu possessed was limited to the ten dishes she had offered before, not expecting that there were more treasures hidden behind them.

Su Yu, with a slight smile in response to Boss He’s bewilderment, a sly gleam in her eye, "Of course, did you really think my culinary skills were limited to these ten dishes?"

"So, how do you plan to price the rest of the recipes? Will you turn around and sell them to other inns?"

A hint of worry tinged He Hongmao’s voice.

He had long been truly convinced of Su Yu’s craftsmanship, understanding that these fine dishes were crucial to the life and death of the "Drunken Immortal Inn."

Once the "Drunken Immortal Inn" was thus revitalized, competitors would swarm like bees, desperate to buy the recipes at any cost.

He Hongmao knew he was far less affluent than others, and this worry loomed over him like a dark cloud, constantly overshadowing his heart.

As if seeing through his anxiety, Su Yu spoke in a soft voice, "Boss He can rest assured, having chosen to join hands with you, I won’t betray or deceive by selling the recipes to someone else. The word ’integrity’ is of greater importance to me than Mount Tai."

These words were like a tranquilizer, causing the stone in He Hongmao’s heart to finally fall to the ground.

And what Su Yu said next gave him a glimpse of hope for the future, "As for your current financial difficulties, there is no need for excessive worry. The new dishes are already enough to restore the brilliance of the ’Drunken Immortal Inn.’ Should you need more recipes in the future, I will personally bring new ones to your doorstep three months from now. The menu at that time will be seasonal, with five meat and five vegetarian dishes, each dish costing ten taels of silver. What do you think?"

He Hongmao’s heart surged with unspeakable joy.

In this way, he had ample time to verify the value of these recipes and could flexibly utilize his silver taels.

According to Su Yu’s plan, "Drunken Immortal Inn" would continuously introduce new dishes throughout the year, satisfying the diners’ desires for novelty, and the business was bound to flourish.

"Such an arrangement is a great blessing for me. I am infinitely grateful," he said.

He Hongmao’s gratitude was evident, as if he had determined that Su Yu was his destined savior.

He immediately instructed the waiter standing by to prepare the writing set and asked Su Yu to start writing the recipes.

Su Yu sat composedly at the table in the private room, her brush dancing effortlessly as she first recorded the secret to making Boiled Meat Slices.

As the tip of her brush moved, she occasionally looked up, pleased with her increasingly smooth penmanship, and silently praised herself for her improvement.

He Hongmao, watching from the side, felt a mix of emotions, with excitement and anticipation interwoven in his eyes, the complexity of which was hard to put into words.

What profound significance did this string of text contain?

He Hongmao pondered, feeling as if elusive sparks of inspiration jumped between the lines, but the formidable aura of Su Yu seemed to grasp his throat, making it difficult for him to casually inquire.

He was well aware that this delicate balance maintained the subtle relationship between the two of them.

As time slowly passed, Su Yu’s brush continued to dance lightly, delicately outlining the secret of making sour fish soup, with every stroke seeming to carry the unique fragrance from the kitchen.

After she finished, she gently massaged her slightly sore wrist from holding the pen for so long, that faint trace of fatigue quietly blossoming across her face.

Seeing this, He Hongmao quickly seized this delicate moment, his eyes flashing with tender concern as he offered, "Perhaps you could dictate, and I could record it. This way, you can take a short rest?"

His voice carried an irresistible warmth and sincerity, like a gentle spring breeze intending to sweep away Su Yu’s fatigue.

Su Yu glanced sidelong, her eyes passing over He Hongmao with a hint of playful amusement at the corners of her mouth, "Having you write is of course no problem, but my recipes have their uniqueness; even if a manuscript falls into the hands of others, without the correct way to interpret it, it might as well be a ’Heavenly Book,’ confusing for anyone to comprehend."

Upon saying this, a glint of cunning flashed in her eyes, clearly confident in her exclusive secret recipes.

Initially, when He Hongmao heard this, his mind was clouded with doubt, not understanding why even he could not decipher the recipes.

Su Yu observed his bewilderment and then patiently explained, "To you, I will naturally share everything, allowing you to master the secrets of deciphering. However, the world is cold, and people’s hearts are unpredictable; one must be wary of those with covetous eyes. These recipes, having been purchased from you with a considerable amount of silver, hold extraordinary value, and naturally securing their confidentiality is of utmost importance."

Her words flowed like a warm current, melting the ice of confusion in He Hongmao’s heart, leading to an epiphany.

After Su Yu methodically recorded all the recipes, she patiently guided He Hongmao to recognize those seemingly casual but ingeniously concealed modern scripts.