On the way back, An Shengchang had already heard from Xin Sulan's mouth that An Wan'er had made before and fried pig's hooves.

When I got home and tried these two delicious foods in person, An Shengchang said to An Wan'er with honor, "I am really inferior to you in this regard.

I have read books, and I have read a lot of the food described in the books in the past. But I have just read it, but how could I remember to make food according to the ones written on it?"

"Can this be the same?"

Xin Sulan comforted him in a good mood and said, "If you, a big man, think about these foods all day long after reading books, wouldn't you be laughed at?"

"Yes, dad, the people you came and went to and admired gentlemen and far-fried chefs, right?" An Wan'er also came over and asked with bright eyes.

Well, she admitted that after she found out that there was a secret from her parents, although she reason told her not to take the initiative to explore, curiosity would kill the cat. However, she still couldn't help it...

"I used to be the past, but I think the pastoral life is also very good now."

An Shengchang met her eyes, but he was like Xin Sulan. He was not ready to tell her anything at all. He reached out and tapped her head: "Don't ask, it's not time to tell you. Maybe you don't have to know what happened before in this life, it's also a blessing."

All right.

An Wan'er looked at the two of them with a grievance. When she saw Xin Sulan smiling, her face full of "I told you not to be curious, right?", she couldn't help but smile.

Forget it, she's still a little patient to keep waiting---

Because I planned to dig bamboo shoots in advance, Xin Sulan had already expected that she would come back late at noon. So she had prepared the meal in advance and warmed it in the pot.

So the food is warm at this time and it's right in the mouth.

The family of three and a black tiger spent dinner together. Then An Shengchang took a bunch of candied haws carefully wrapped in oil paper, but the still melted candied haws were handed to An Wan'er.

He looked at An Wan'er with a smile and did not dislike the sweetness of food at all, and insisted on sharing one for him and Xin Sulan.

Chewing the sweet candied haws with sour sweetness, An Shengchang felt sweet and sincerely sighed: "After all, girls are caring. If a kid had eaten them all in one go, how could he think of his parents?"

Xin Sulan: "…"

Fortunately, I said this at home. If you take it out and say it, you might be ridiculed for being a child who is a child who has no son and has to show off with your daughter.

An Wan'er: "..."

She decided not to blame the author of this book. In any case, she had some affection in her writing, so she didn't arrange a pair of unreliable and excellent parents for her, right?

Just look at this only good part...

Hahaha... When she has the chance to care, she will be a little more generous and less concerned about her ---

Not knowing what his wife and children were thinking, An Shengchang took the two of them excitedly to see the medicinal materials, spices, clothes and jewelry he brought back from the Fucheng.

Seeing An Wan'er and Xin Sulan look extremely happy when they see things, An Shengchang only feels satisfied. The hard work and fatigue all day seemed to have disappeared.

After packing up the things An Shengchang brought back, I took the spices and medicinal materials that I could use, An Wan'er, Xin Sulan and An Shengchang began to work together to peel bamboo shoots, wash and cut them, stir-fry diced pork, and diced bamboo shoots...

“This taste…”

When the first pot of bamboo shoots and meat sauce was made, An Shengchang and Xin Sulan tasted it, and Xin Sulan nodded with satisfaction. An Shengchang also nodded repeatedly and praised: "No, not bad. Take it out and go to a restaurant and sell it in the food shop. But..."

An Shengchang stopped and stopped talking, obviously he was unwilling to attack An Wan'er.

An Wan'er blinked her eyes, and after waiting for a long time, she didn't hear where she wanted to follow up?

She urged An Shengchang and said, "But, don't say anything at all, it's so uncomfortable for people to guess."

"But this is too hard."

An Shengchang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "And, I saw you making it is not too complicated. I just used some spices and medicinal materials that others might not have thought of for a while, which made it look unique in flavor.

But you don’t know that there are many people in this world who can try to make your cubes with your tongue alone. So if you want to rely on this cubes and meat sauce to do a long-term business with those restaurants, I think it’s a bit unlucky."

He shook his head, and since he said that, An Shengchang said without hesitation: "It's not that I don't like you, but because you earned it with your hard-earned money, this big jar will be as high as three or five taels of silver at most.

If you deduct the labor cost, you can earn at most half of it. A month is considered to be a few dozen taels of money, but you might as well read books, embroidery and embroidery at home, and then play with the leisure and freedom of the medicinal materials."

"I said so too." Xin Sulan also stood on An Shengchang's side and nodded in agreement, "You are so hard-working that it's not worth it."

An Wan'er: "..."

If someone else travels through time and travels through books, if he gets something, he can earn dozens of taels of silver for his family in a month, and the whole family will be so happy that they can't see them.

But to her?

An Wan'er covered her face and lamented, and her parents didn't say they didn't support her.

I think if she insisted, she would do whatever she wanted to do with her.

However, as my father An Shengchang said, the family made this tiny pork sauce. It was exhausted and eventually it would be too much to earn dozens of taels of silver in a month.

Not to mention that this is just a drop in the bucket for their family background.

It is for the idea that she wants to be strong enough to protect her family and needs to do. So slowly, it will accumulate until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?

Time doesn't wait for me. Don't look too much in three to five years, it will be fleeting. How can she have that time to come slowly, slowly?

An Wan'er couldn't laugh anymore and asked An Shengchang tentatively: "Dad, then how do you think we sell the formula?"

"not good."

An Shengchang shook his head, "I didn't say that the taste of your diced pork sauce is better than those spices and medicinal ingredients? Ordinary people can't taste it, but some people can taste it.

Those restaurants with slightly larger scale shouldn't be that stupid and spend a lot of money to buy your recipe. In comparison, they would rather leave a jar of this bamboo shoot and tart sauce and try it out.

Even if the taste cannot be exactly the same, as long as it is the same, it will be almost the same. Unless you are willing to sell more than ten taels of taels of stock, or sell the recipe for at most hundreds of taels of silver. They will rather spend money than make a lot of trouble."

"But----"
Chapter completed!