"One hundred Three Yellow Lotus Leaf Chickens," Jiang Hao said.
"Is that true?" the shopkeeper asked in surprise.
"Of course it is." As Jiang Hao spoke, he took out a silver ingot and held it in his palm.
Money spoke best. The shopkeeper's face immediately broke into a smile when he saw the silver. "So you're a major customer. But we haven't prepared that many chickens in the shop, so we'll need more time to make them."
"No problem. I'll leave a deposit and come pick them up in two hours," Jiang Hao said.
The owner took out a small scale, cut off two taels of silver as the deposit, and respectfully saw Jiang Hao out. Then he turned around and rushed back into the shop, ordering his staff to hurry up and prepare the goods.
The owner of the roast duck shop next door saw this, and his eyes lit up. As soon as Jiang Hao left the roast chicken shop, he hurried over and said, "Young Master, is your family preparing for a celebration? We have a saying here: 'No duck, no banquet.' How could a joyous occasion be complete without duck?"
"Our shop has been around for a hundred years. Our Saltwater Duck is savory, sweet, and fragrant, with tender texture and jade-white meat. It's glossy with oil, with rich skin and fragrant bones. Once you take a bite, you won't be able to stop. Would you like some, Young Master?"
The roast duck shop owner looked at Jiang Hao hopefully.
Saltwater Duck wasn't bad either. "Give me one hundred. I'll pick them up this evening," Jiang Hao said decisively.
The owner was overjoyed and immediately led Jiang Hao into the shop to leave a two-tael deposit.
After walking a few steps, Jiang Hao looked up and