C17 017transfer Formula

"Will you continue selling Red Bean Cake s after the recipe is sold?" Xia Changsheng did not answer Xia Yi's question.

Xia Yi answered: "Boss Hee's condition is that I have to pay ten silver to buy the formula, which is that I cannot sell the Red Bean Cake anymore in the future."

"I knew it …" Xia Changsheng said in a deep voice: "Xiangji Shop's snacks are so expensive, and this way, there won't be many people who can afford to eat Red Bean Cake. Everyone will definitely have their complaints about you after they know about this, what you want to do in the future won't be so easy anymore."

Xia Yi was startled, she had forgotten about that.

Now that everyone in the Lingshan Town knew of Xia Yi's Red Bean Cake, if the formula was sold, the price of the Red Bean Cake would double, and everyone would definitely have a drop in their hearts.

In the end, it was very likely that they had to blame it all to Xia Yi.

"Just because of this?" Xia Yi asked.

Xia Changsheng saw that Xia Yi was not in a hurry, and was even more helpless: "Don't underestimate the consequences of this. Sometimes, people's hearts are like this, so you must be careful when making your choices."

In the end, Xia Changsheng added, "If you think the price is right, then sell it."

Xia Yi was also only seventeen years old, it was not easy to bring her younger brother and sister along.

The Xiangji Shop was extremely rich and overbearing. Ten silver taels was enough for the three of them to spend for two years already, so it also solved the problem of eating with the two of them. After all, it was extremely tiring for a girl like Xia Yi to go back and forth between Lingshan Town and Zhongling Village every day.

"Yes." Xia Yi nodded, as for whether or not he should sell the formula, Xia Yi had already made her own plans.

Xia Yi still went up the mountain to cook for Xiao Linmu every day. Since that day, Xia Yi had not seen him a single time.

But Leng Qianjue was there every time, he would teach Leng Qianjue a dish whenever he had the time.

Slowly, the two became familiar with each other. Occasionally, the two would have a chat.

The general content of the conversation were all on the dishes. Xia Yi had never tried to inquire about Xiao Linmu and Xiao Linmu, and she didn't even know his name.

"Uncle Leng, is there anything that doesn't suit your young master's taste when I cook?" Xia Yi took cooking seriously.

Xiao Linmu did not say what he wanted to eat. These past few days, Xia Yi had always been eating at his own free will, and she had also tried many different dishes.

However, she also knew that many people had a taboo. If a dish accidentally stepped on a thunderbolt, knowing about it in advance would prevent them from stepping on it in the future.

Leng Qianjue shook his head blankly: "I don't think so.

In the two years that Xiao Linmu stayed on the mountain, he had lost all demand for food.

After all, the person who could even force himself to eat Leng Qianjue's dark dishes had long since cured his problem of being picky with food.

"Really?" Xia Yi was pleasantly surprised. This was what every chef liked to hear.

"Yes." Leng Qianjue nodded.

After the food was ready, Xia Yi used her plate to buckle it up and placed it into the food box.

Xia Yi had specially modified the food box before, the outside was sewn with a thick insulation layer, and the food wasn't as cold as it used to be.

And it was precisely because of this small action that Leng Qianjue's affability level towards Xia Yi doubled.

After sealing the food, Xia Yi waved her hand at Leng Qianjue and said, "Uncle Leng, I'll be taking my leave first. You can tell me whatever you want to eat, I'll do my best to prepare them for you."

Leng Qianjue laughed: "Anything is fine."

"…" Xia Yi had heard this words several times.

In fact, Leng Qianjue did indeed think so.

In the past, whenever he had the chance to go down the mountain, he would come back with some food from the mountains. Since he had Xia Yi with him, he no longer wanted to go to the restaurant at the foot of the mountain.

After walking two steps, Xia Yi suddenly turned back and took out a small, paper-wrapped item from the cloth bag and stuffed it into Leng Qianjue's hands.

Xia Yi's cloth bag was also sewn from a piece of cloth that she had found at home, sewn into the shape of a shoulder bag.

This time, she pretended to be a few Red Bean Cake s and came up the mountain, wanting to give Xiao Linmu and Leng Qianjue a taste.

Leng Qianjue opened the paper bag in a daze, his eyes shining: "This is a Red Bean Cake? How did you buy it? I heard that the Red Bean Cake in this house have limited supplies every day, which is extremely hard to buy.

Coincidentally, Xiao Linmu's condition had improved greatly recently, and he had become much more relaxed now. He had just descended the mountain once two days ago.

He happened to see a person showing off a newly bought Red Bean Cake to another person.

Xia Yi's Red Bean Cake's appearance looked a little different from before. Leng Qianjue recognized it at a glance.

Xia Yi said casually: "I made this myself."

"You did it? It's quite similar to the ones sold on Lingshan Town. " Leng Qianjue said.

Xia Yi only laughed but did not poke at her face.

Leng Qianjue suddenly thought of something, and asked: "The one selling the Red Bean Cake on the Lingshan Town shouldn't be you, right?"

He remembered that the person mentioned that the Red Bean Cake s were limited to eight pieces per person, and Xia Yi just so happened to bring eight pieces.

If Xia Yi really managed to get all eight of them, she couldn't possibly give all of them to him. Even if she didn't eat them herself, she still had two small ones at home.

"It's me." Since Leng Qianjue had guessed it, then Xia Yi would openly admit it.

Leng Qianjue was not surprised, after all, the food Xia Yi cooked was so delicious, it was not strange that he could make a few pastries.

However, there was one thing that he was dissatisfied with. "What kind of limited supplies are you doing?"

If it were not for the limited supply, he could have bought a few pieces from the mountain that day to try them.

After he finished speaking, he took a piece and took a big bite out of it.

Xia Yi helplessly spread her hands: "Everyday, between going up and down the mountains and going back and forth from Lingshan Town and Zhongling Village, time has already been wasted. I don't have that much time to be a Red Bean Cake, I can only sell less."

Leng Qianjue never thought that the limited supply of Red Bean Cake was actually related to them.

Of course, it was also related to the Old Lady Chu who bought them for dozens of yuan every time.

To prevent the people at the front from buying too much, Xia Yi had to add a rule that limited supplies.

He wanted to say something, but his mouth was filled with delicacies. Xia Yi continued to speak, "There will probably not be a limit in a few days, I might not be able to sell Red Bean Cake s anymore."

"You're selling it well. Why do you say you're not selling it?" Leng Qianjue asked, puzzled.

"I'm going to sell the recipe."

Of course, the condition was that Boss Hee would agree to her conditions.

Leng Qianjue was startled for a moment, and said: "I didn't think that your sacrifice would be so great, looks like I have to ask Young Master to give you more money."

Leng Qianjue only thought that Xia Yi did not have the time to become a Red Bean Cake, hence he had no choice but to sell the formula.

Xia Yi only smiled and said: "Then, I'll thank Uncle Leng first."

However, Xia Yi did not hold much hope for the monthly increase, after all, Xiao Linmu originally gave him quite a bit of money.