"Alright, alright, you lot, stop flaunting your affection. I believe you now. Is there any left? Let me have a taste too."
The middle-aged man truly could not bear to watch any longer. He was already full from all that lovey-dovey nonsense.
Looking at the little bit of residue in Li Chen's hand, he asked, "Do you have any more?"
Li Chen directly conjured a large bag in his hand, making the man's eyes widen.
The man carefully took a little and put it into his mouth. An incomparably savory flavor instantly struck his taste buds.
"How much of this stuff do you have?" The man's eyes gleamed.
If this could be mass-produced cheaply, the profits involved would be far from insignificant. Seasonings were something everyone needed. Even if he only earned one Silver Soul Coin from each person per year, he did not dare imagine how much he could make across the entire Douluo Continent.
"As much as you want."
"Can you give me the recipe?"
"No."
Li Chen answered directly. He could provide finished products, but he could not provide the extraction method, because Li Chen did not know it either.
"How much do you plan to sell this bag for?" Li Chen weighed the bag in his hand. It seemed to be around ten jin.
The man hugged his belly, which looked like he was six months pregnant, with both arms and pondered for quite a while before giving an answer.
Actually, this price was somewhat beyond Li Chen's expectations, but what Little Fat Round said next made Li Chen understand why he had set it that way.
"How much does it cost you?"
Asking someone directly about their costs was actually very rude, but Li Chen had approached him first, and knowing the cost would also