After consuming two zongzi, two bowls of century egg and lean pork congee, and half a dish of chilled scallion mixed with century eggs, Nangong Lingfei reluctantly put down his chopsticks.
"Ms. Yang, what are these two dishes?"
Yang Mengchen answered with a smile, "Zongzi and century eggs."
They were commonplace items, but grandfather and the others had said they didn't know that there were such ways to eat chicken eggs and glutinous rice; presumably, Nangong Lingfei had never seen nor tasted them either.
Indeed, it was Nangong Lingfei's first time tasting such simple yet delicious food, "Ms. Yang, sell the recipes to me, we can discuss the price."
"The zongzi and century eggs are my original creations, and I hope to use them to help the villagers earn some silver. Young Master Nangong, if you ask for the recipes directly, wouldn't that cut off my and the villagers' source of income?" Yang Mengchen's smile was ambiguous.
