Moreover, killing her was impossible. She wouldn't kill him, and he should be grateful for that.
"You clearly robbed me..." Manager Duan felt that these fifty taels were a great injustice.
Su Qingyue didn't think so. "You're just being ungrateful. Your restaurant does good business in the town, and it's not like you're going to lose face over just a few dozen taels."
After listening, even though Manager Duan was bitter about the loss, he couldn't really argue. "Indeed, it's only valuable because others don't know the secret."
Su Qingyue waited for half an hour, and after the chef had cooked the stir-fried tasty fern with a similar taste to hers, her task was completed. She happily touched the fifty taels of silver in her sleeve pocket as she walked out of the kitchen, while Manager Duan was sulking with a look of massive loss of blood, constantly complaining about how the chef didn't think of soaking the fern in cold water.
