The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 343: Just a Concubine (8)_1

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Just a Concubine (8)_1

By the time she left the Wang family, Ge Wu dashed over like an arrow and greeted her with a beaming smile, "Ms. Pei! Do you remember me? I am Ge Wu!"

Pei Qin smiled and nodded, "What’s up?"

Ge Wu chuckled, "Our Store Manager sent me to wait for you! I’ve been waiting for you for four hours, I’m nearly dried into a husk!" He was still a chef’s assistant, but they were wary that a simple waiter wouldn’t be able to compete with the Drunken Immortal Tavern, and both the Store Manager and the Second Shopkeeper were busy, so they had him stand guard.

Soon enough, an employee from the Drunken Immortal Tavern also hurried over, smiling as he said their Shopkeeper wanted to place an order for soy sauce, with the silver money already prepared, and invited Ms. Pei to discuss the price.

If it weren’t for the fact that Pei Qin was a young lady, the two might have physically pulled her. They had tasted the sweetness and feared being a step too late, losing to the competition.

Waiters from the other two taverns and restaurants who finished their lunch shifts came by, saw the situation, and knew they had no chance. They could only go to Taiping Town to buy directly from the workshop.

The Store Manager also wanted to secure the deal by buying from the workshop. Unfortunately, the person in charge of the workshop wasn’t home, and his younger siblings couldn’t make the decision.

Pei Qin said to attend to customers on a first-come, first-served basis, so she went with Ge Wu to the Moon Restaurant.

The Store Manager was very polite this time; Pei Qin had given them detailed instructions on over a dozen ways to use the sauce for cooking, improving not only the enticing red hue of the food but its flavor too. Looking at the color of the braised pork, then at the bland white meat, one instantly lost their appetite. The already delicious dumplings dipped in soy sauce tasted even more scrumptious. And that’s not even mentioning ribs and poultry, which were supposed to be roasted this way.

Pei Qin was all smiles throughout, keeping her price flexible.

The Store Manager was also full of smiles, easy to negotiate with. He asked her not to sell to Drunken Immortal Tavern but to exclusively supply Moon Restaurant.

"Your place takes a maximum of two jin a day, and my soy sauce production reaches thousands of jin—should the surplus be dumped into Bear River!?" Pei Qin didn’t hide her terms; she wasn’t asking for a high price—it’s take it or leave it. Besides, she planned to expand her soy sauce business in the future; it wasn’t meant for just one locale.

Hearing this, the Store Manager knew he couldn’t monopolize the deal, nor was it feasible to do so, so he signed a contract specifying the monthly soy sauce delivery and that any new sauce would be sent to Moon Restaurant first.

Pei Qin collected the deposit with a cheerful smile, signed her name, and then headed to Drunken Immortal Tavern.

Both sides shared the same intent, and they were worthy adversaries as two major taverns. However, this didn’t work with Pei Qin. Soy sauce, like vinegar, was meant to become a common condiment, and no single establishment could have exclusive rights to it.

After leaving Drunken Immortal Tavern, Pei Qin quickly secured contracts with the other two taverns and restaurants as well.

Returning home, she brought in over thirty taels of silver and recorded it in the account book with Housekeeper Pei Qian.

Then Pei Qin started preparing for the next batch of soy sauce, toiling away daily in the workshop.

Once a new batch of soy sauce was ready, Pei Qin delivered some peanuts and took the soy sauce too. She realized she couldn’t personally deliver goods every month; she needed to find someone to handle deliveries or have the customers pick them up themselves.

The townspeople were curious about what she was making in the workshop—there was a distinct pleasant aroma of the sauce.

Seizing the opportunity of a market day, Pei Qin set up a stall and sold a jar of soy sauce, letting anyone interested bring their own containers to fill up—offering it cheaper when sold loose, but with a limit.

"What does ’limit’ mean?" a woman inquiring about the soy sauce asked.

"Each household can only get a half jin! No more! You can come back for more once you’ve finished it!" Pei Qin explained.

The woman nodded in understanding; this soy sauce was said to be cheap, but it was still more expensive than vinegar. Even a half jin wasn’t cheap—it almost cost as much as oil, which was no wonder it was called soy sauce. Getting a half jin seemed reasonable.

Noodle restaurants also introduced dishes like fried sauce noodles and cold mixed noodles. The noodles were no longer a pale yellow but turned to a soy-red color.

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