"Speak your mind!" Zhang Xiaoying gave him a cold look. "You want to ask if I have any recipes, right?"
The proprietor burst into hearty laughter. "Indeed, nothing can be hidden from you! So, sister-in-law, do you have any? Silver is no object!"
"None left!" Zhang Xiaoying shook her head. "I've got to leave something for my son, don't I? If I sell them all to you, what will he live on in the future?"
Her words left the proprietor at a loss for how to respond.
"However, my son is learning now, and if you don't look down on him later on, hire him as a chef!"
"Can I really do that?"
"Why not? Of course, not the kind that involves signing an indenture document!"
"Look at what you're saying, sister-in-law. How could I let him sign an indenture document? But you're not joking with me, are you?"
"..."
"Hahaha, with your word, sister-in-law, I'm relieved."
But the proprietor still wasn't giving up.
He kept pestering Zhang Xiaoying to sell him a few more recipes.
