Qiao Mai stir-fried duck blood, made a sour soup with beef slices, and prepared a sour soup with fish. She took a large portion of sauce-covered beef bones from her space and heated them. She also steamed a pot of rice.
Although there weren't many different dishes, each one had generous servings, enough to satisfy everyone.
Early in the morning, the aroma from the kitchen lured the people who were still sleeping.
One by one, they got up and went to the kitchen. When they saw Qiao Mai cooking, they all smiled.
After the Wang family's father and son had breakfast, they asked Yuan Jiaqi to take the children to play in the yard. Inside the house, negotiations began.
"With yesterday's recipes plus today's, I offer twenty thousand taels to buy them outright."
Qiao Mai shook her head. "Fifty thousand taels, not a single tael less."
"You're asking for quite a lot, aren't you?"
