"Alright then." The waiter took the money and left.
Upon seeing how much his mother had spent, Chen Dabao felt a sting in his heart. He objected, "Mother, we're here to earn money by selling meat, yet we're spending so much."
Chen Afu whispered, "First, we have to try the food at the wine-shop. If their five-spiced Luwei isn't as good as ours, then we can sell our recipe."
"Then ordering the Luwei would be enough. Why order Kung Pao Chicken too?" Chen Dabao argued.
Such a miser. Chen Afu explained, "Mother wants to scrutinize the culinary skills of this... ahem, this wine shop."
The dishes arrived. The five-spiced Luwei still resembled braised pork and lacked a distinct marinated flavor. The Kung Pao Chicken was decent; Chen Afu found it on par with her own cooking. Kung Pao Chicken was one of Liu Xudong's favorite dishes in her previous life, so Chen Yanyan had spent a good deal of time learning to make it.
