Zhao Jin was silent for a while, then suddenly clasped his fists and bowed, "Mr. Chu, this kid lied to you."
Chu Weiqing looked at Zhao Jin with wide eyes.
"Actually, my name is not Ning Jin." Zhao Jin said with some difficulty, "My real name is Zhao Jin, and Ning is my mother's surname."
"Your surname is Zhao?!" Old Chu exclaimed in surprise.
Zhao Jin stood up straight and took a deep breath, "Yes, my father is Prince Liang, and I am the eldest prince of Prince Liang's palace."
"The eldest prince." Chu Weiqing was a little distracted, "Isn't that the crown prince?"
"Miss Chu misunderstood." Zhao Jin was a little anxious.
"Although I am the eldest prince, I am not the crown prince."
Zhao Jin cleaned up all the things he did in Prince Liang's Mansion.
Old Chu looked at Zhao Jin with complicated emotions and was speechless for a moment.
"Mr. Chu, Miss Chu," Zhao Jin promised: "When I said I wanted to marry Miss Chu, I did it as a legitimate wife, and I would never let her suffer any injustice."
Old Chu looked at Chu Weiqing.
Chu Weiqing opened his lips, "Grandpa, I believe him."
"Mr. Chu." Zhao Jin stared at Old Chu without blinking.
"Okay, okay, you agree."
Zhao Jin suddenly beamed, "Then, let's go to the city and rent a small yard first? I still have some money left in my hand."
Zhao Jin usually ties his money bag tightly. Unlike Princess Jingyi, it doesn't matter even if he loses a bag of money. Here is his entire net worth.
It's just that the bank note was soaked in water and can no longer be used. There are still some pieces of silver left, about thirty taels.
Old Chu looked at his already messy home and sighed, "Okay."
Zhao Jin acted very quickly. He packed up his things and found a house within two days, and moved in on the third day.
I rent a room with a second entrance.
After packing everything up, Zhao Jin thought for a moment and decided to go out and make money.
Now there are only more than thirty taels. It is not clear what the situation is in Yunzhou, and there is little money to use.
No matter what, Chu Weiqing must not be wronged.
Zhao Jin went out for several days and finally settled on a restaurant.
"What would you like to eat, sir?" the waiter greeted him enthusiastically.
Zhao Jin smiled lightly and said, "I'm looking for your shopkeeper."
The waiter was stunned and hesitated, "I don't know if you are looking for the shopkeeper, but what's the important matter?"
"Just say that a business came to my door."
"Well, please wait a moment, sir."
Soon, the shopkeeper came.
He looked Zhao Jin up and down, "I wonder what kind of business the young master has with me?"
"I know a very delicious dish and want to sell the recipe to the shopkeeper," Zhao Jin said with a smile.
The shopkeeper was a little suspicious. Zhao Jin didn't look like he knew how to cook.
"I can let the shopkeeper try it."
"OK!"
Since there was no wok at this time and all the dishes were boiled, Zhao Jin had to make do by choosing a smaller pot and using a large spoon and chopsticks as a shovel.
What Zhao Jin is going to make is roasted rice and tofu with black bean paste and minced meat. It is simple to make and very fragrant.
In order to prevent people in the restaurant from overestimating this dish, Zhao Jin asked that he be the only one in the kitchen.
Everyone stood at the door looking at each other, and soon a strong fragrance came out.
"It smells so good." Everyone moved their noses and swallowed their saliva due to the smell.
Zhao Jin brought the dishes out and put them on the table, "Let's have a taste."
The shopkeeper couldn't bear it any longer. He stretched out his chopsticks and tasted a piece of tofu, his eyes brightened, "It's delicious!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up a second chopstick.
The people around looked at it eagerly, hoping that the shopkeeper would let them have a taste.
The shopkeeper didn't seem to notice and ate the whole dish of black bean sauce, minced pork and rice tofu.
"Not bad!"
"But I'm afraid I won't be able to buy this dish directly. I have to tell the owner."
The shopkeeper changed his voice and said, "But my boss is in the building today. I'll give it to him to taste. This young man might as well go to the private room and wait."
Zhao Jin naturally agreed.
Not long after, when Zhao Jin was pouring the second cup of tea, the young master whom the shopkeeper mentioned came in.
The other party is very young, only a young man in his early twenties.
"Are you the one who wants to sell the recipe for that dish?"
Zhao Jin stood up, clasped his fists and bowed, "Exactly."
The young man sat down opposite Zhao Jin and said, "Make a price."
Zhao Jin tapped the table with his fingertips, "I don't want money, I want 20% of the restaurant's profits, and 20% of the profits of all the restaurants under your name."
"Hahaha!" The young man seemed to have heard something funny, "Master, you are too whimsical."
"This dish is very good. I will give you 500 taels, but I want 20% of the profit."
The young man said, "Young Master, it's better not to say such things."
"This is just a dish." Zhao Jin did not give in at all.
"How do you know I only know how to make this one dish?"
Zhao Jin smiled slightly, "What if I know more? Ten ways, even twenty, or even more?"
"And this is not cooking, it is stir-frying. If there is a wok, it will be more fragrant."
"That's just dishes, 20% profit, impossible." The young man shook his head.
Zhao Jin chuckled, "It's not good to talk too much."
"In addition to the dishes, the restaurant also has decoration, wine, and publicity."
"I can guarantee that I know more new things." Zhao Jin leaned closer, "It can make the whole restaurant look brand new and attract more customers."
"Why should I believe you?" The young man looked unmoved.
"We can establish a written agreement. I can guarantee to provide you with more than twenty new dishes, how to make woks, more than five new decorations for the entire restaurant, and more than five kinds of fine wines. If not, I will pour them.
How about losing one year's profit and canceling the agreement?"
The young man pondered for a moment, "Deal!"
"Then it will be a pleasure to cooperate."
Zhao Jin stood up and said, "Tomorrow I will bring the drawings of the wok and other aspects."
After signing and postponing, Zhao Jin left.
Yanyang, Prince Liang's Mansion.
"What did you say?!" Mrs. Ning stood up suddenly and stared at the woman in front of her.
Yang Guiren covered his mouth and smiled, his eyes full of contempt, "I said, Zhao Jin is dead."
"Impossible." Mrs. Ning twisted her sleeves and murmured softly: "Jin'er, Jin'er will be fine."
"It'll be okay?"
Yang Guiren seemed to have heard some big joke, "He was chopped several times at that time!"
"And he fell into the river."
Yang Guiren approached Mrs. Ning and whispered: "Do you know what river it is? It's the Liujiang River, the largest river, and they are still upstream."
"I heard that Zhao Jin was directly sucked into the whirlpool."
"His entourage has even given up and gone directly to Yunzhou. Do you think Zhao Jin can still survive in this way?"
Words full of malice entered Madam Ning's ears one by one.
Mrs. Ning gritted her teeth and held the table with one hand.
Seeing the woman he was once jealous of end up in such a state, Yang Guiren's eyes were filled with joy.
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