Toothy Miller could not stop praising Mrs. Moore's cooking.
He was not merely catering to Russell's tastes; he genuinely found these new dishes, grandly named "Secret Method Scallion Ginger Fresh Fish Soup," "Secret Recipe Sweet and Sour Pork Fillet," and "Secret Skill Yellow Braised Chicken Rice," absolutely delicious.
"This is too good, Lord Russell! Your cook, Mrs. Moore, must be an astonishing gourmet!"
Toothy Miller ate until his mouth glistened with grease. His missing tooth made his speech a little leaky, but that did nothing to diminish his supreme satisfaction.
Russell was quite pleased by Toothy Miller's approval.
To be honest, although he had given these new dishes such flashy names, not many people could actually accept them.
Every place had its own tastes.
Besides, Dragon Sleep Continent was another world. Naturally, its people found it difficult to share Russell's culinary preferences.
It was rare to find someone who sincerely loved these foods so much.
When dinner ended and Toothy Miller took his leave, Russell gave Charles a slight signal. "Give him some appropriate tax concessions. From our brief contact, this Toothy Miller... seems like a decent man."
Charles nodded. "As you wish."
Over the next two days, Toothy Miller's General Store rapidly opened in Small Market Town. He rented a private house, hung up a sign, set out his not particularly dazzling assortment of goods, and began selling to all of Wuyou Snake Manor.
"Once your Slag Bricks have been fired, my lord, I'll use them to build a General Store that combines a shop and residence," Toothy Miller promised.
"I'll give you a twenty percent discount!" Russell waved a hand grandly. "If your whole family is willing to settle in Wuyou Snake Manor, I'll also grant you a hundred mu of land."
"Really, my lord?"
"Of course."
"Then