"So, when are you coming over to make the rest of the dozen or so new dishes, little brother?"
"The rest of the dozen or so?"
Jiang Yan looked at the boss in surprise. "I only agreed to make this one, I didn't say anything about the others."
"I know you didn't say anything just now, but since you have them, why not make them all in one go here?"
Make them all in one go? Quite the appetite!
Jiang Yan asked with a smile, "Also three thousand per dish?"
The smile on the boss's face stiffened, "Little brother, you're disrupting the market."
Jiang Yan considered seriously for a moment before saying, "Hmm, what you said is right, boss. I'm not familiar with your market, and doing this really breaks the rules of your trade. Forget it, I'm not selling the rest of the dishes—I'll just make them at home for myself to eat."
Having said that, he waved politely to the boss, then turned around and left with Song Jiawen.
Boss: ....
This little rascal!
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