"Jin Nuo, go and tell the prince that I regret it and ask him to pay more." Yan Ruomeng ran outside the door and shouted twice into the dark sky.

A few seconds later, Jinnuo jumped off a roof and was about to reply.

"No need." Tang Yuchuan appeared in time to interrupt the action.

After Jin Nuo's eyes lingered on each of them for a while, he chose to nod to Tang Yuchuan, and then flew away and disappeared into the night.

"Why not let him go?" Yan Ruomeng wondered.

"I already have the land deed in my hand, that's it, and if the money is gone, there is still a chance to make money."

The main seat in the study finally became vacant. Tang Yuchuan walked to the front and sat down unceremoniously.

"What you said makes sense, then I will go back to sleep first, recharge my batteries, and prepare to make a big fortune."

"Don't worry, there is an opportunity to make money now, I wonder if you are willing to take it."

Tang Yuchuan raised his fingers at her rather mysteriously.

Yan Ruomeng walked over dubiously, "Tell me about it."

"Now make me a midnight snack, fat rice rolls, spicy, twenty taels."

Yan Ruomeng glared at first, then gave up on himself, "Only powder, no intestines, fifteen taels."

"Replace it with barbecued pork, seventeen taels."

"You can eat minced meat and braised pork, whether you like it or not." Yan Ruomeng rolled his eyes, turned around and walked to the door.

A compromised voice came from behind, "I'll eat it!"

The next day, Yan Ruomeng made Tang Yin a breakfast of shredded chicken noodles and fell into deep thought.

This is a bowl of chicken shredded noodles with clear and delicious soup, noodles as thin as hair, and chicken shreds as thin as noodles. How much would it cost to sell it?

When Tang Yin walked into the kitchen and packed her food consciously, she still kept clasping her chin with one hand.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm fine. I just thought, can I sell breakfast at your school to make money? I did it, you can sell it." Yan Ruomeng was already suffering from insomnia because he only had twenty taels left in his pocket.

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"Mom, are you sick?" Tang Yin walked up to Yan Ruomeng and touched her forehead with his feet.

Yan Ruomeng only reacted when he was touched by his son's warm little hand, and then smiled professionally at the child.

"Goudan is going to school. Go ahead and remember to get along well with your classmates. School is over. Come back early and don't be too playful."

His mother seemed to be crazy poor again, and Tang Yin's child was curious as to why her mother was still poor now that their lives had reached the level of good food and clothing.

The children's doubts were left to the school.

At that time, Tang Yin already had three or two friends, including He Qun.

Everyone gathered around the table and shared breakfast with each other.

Tang Yin frowned, "My mother seems to have lost her mind. She asked me this morning if she could bring the breakfast she made to the school to sell."

He Qun's brows moved slightly and he said nothing, just silently writing down the matter.

The other two children spoke actively.

"This is great. From now on, we can all eat your mother's breakfast until we're full. I'm willing to buy it."

"I am willing too. If Mrs. Yan is willing, I will ask my mother not to do it to me in the future." The person who spoke was the little Princess Fu'an.

Her mother is the princess that Tang Nichang mentioned a few days ago who used her cooking skills to find a consort.

"My mother knew that after your mother brought you breakfast, she wanted to follow suit, but she couldn't get up. She asked me to bring the leftover steamed buns she had eaten the day before yesterday. If I refused, my father would tell me, which made me mad.

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The little girl's delicate nose moved, and she threw the half-hard steamed bun in the food box out of the window.

"Ouch, who hit me with the overnight steamed buns?" Zhou Ying's angry voice sounded outside the door.

In the restaurant, He Qun leisurely divided a large bowl of shredded chicken noodles into four portions and placed a bowl in front of each person.

When Zhou Ying entered the restaurant, there was not even a trace of steamed buns in sight. In addition, Tang Yin had been getting close to Princess Fu'an recently, so he didn't dare to go to Tang Yin if he was angry.

While Yan Ruomeng started attracting investment for Lianlou District, the semi-finals of the Capital Culinary Competition were also held.

Maybe it was the reason why he didn't enter the semi-finals. Yan Ruomeng didn't pay attention to it. He only vaguely remembered that the semi-finals and finals were all about hot dishes.

It’s just that the theme of the semi-finals is winter and the theme of the finals is spring.

Despite this, Tang Nishang still came to Yan Ruomeng and described the grand occasion to her while she was staring at the decoration.

"Sister-in-law, this Pei Yi is incredible. He won the first prize in this competition. Even the Queen Mother was full of praise for the Wanxiang soup he made."

Hearing the word Wanxiang, Yan Ruomeng temporarily stopped what he was doing, "You mean someone made Wanxiang soup?"

Tang Nishang nodded heavily.

"Are you sure it's a success?" Yan Ruomeng vaguely remembered that there were famous gourmets in modern times, and with the support of high technology, they wanted to restore this dish, but they all ended in failure.

Tang Nishang was obviously a little confused when she heard Yan Ruomeng ask, "I don't know how to count it as a success, but the Queen Mother praised this dish as being the best in the world, so I think it is a success."

"How does it taste?" Yan Ruomeng suddenly regretted it. If she had known that the rematch would be so exciting, she should have used the concubine's privileges to sneak in and have a look.

That was a dish that I had never seen the real thing.

"It goes without saying about the taste, but I think the most amazing thing is Pei Yi's hands. What a coincidence. We were all sitting in the stands at the time. He was deboning chickens and pigeons without even using a knife.

Put the chicken and pigeon on the chopping board and roll them a few times, then use your hands to fiddle with them, and the bones will come out completely, just like a magic trick."

Hearing this, Yan Ruomeng excitedly pulled Tang Nichang to the decorated place next door, asked her to sit down, and then directed Liangyu to pour tea.

"Elaborate."

The general recipe for this dish is easy to say but difficult to make.

The steps are to stuff the pigeon into the fish, stuff the fish into the chicken's belly, and finally stuff the chicken into the pig's belly, then seal and stew with the corresponding ingredients.

The soup stewed in this way is all-inclusive and is called Wanxiang soup.

After listening to Tang Nichang explain the process, Yan Ruomeng didn't think anything was wrong. She was now concerned about two issues.

"What kind of fish did he use? Was it not stewed?"

"Pine ball fish, the manager of the imperial kitchen asked the emperor's wife the same question at that time, and that's how Pei Yi answered." Tang Nichang remembered this deeply.

Hearing this answer, Yan Ruomeng suddenly realized that pine cone fish is known as diamond fish. Its skin cannot be chopped with a knife or boiled, and its meat is rich in oil but not greasy. It is perfect for this dish.

First choice.

"It's a blessing that he could think of this method, but even so, this dish still has a shortcoming. The outermost layer of pork belly and chicken soup, don't you think it is very ordinary?"

Yan Ruomeng himself has never tried this dish, but from the outside, it looks like ordinary pork belly and chicken, and the taste may not be much different.

Unexpectedly, Tang Nichang gave an even more surprising answer.

"Pork tripe? Pei Yi didn't use pork tripe. He sealed the chicken directly into the whole pig."

"Is there such a big pot in the competition venue?"
Chapter completed!