Dan Xuliang expressed his admiration for chicken essence as a seasoning.
At the same time, his mind raced. If Lin Ze made chicken essence to sell, he could make a fortune right alongside him.
He had no intention of stealing Lin Ze's recipe. Some powerful figures might have a chance of taking something from a first-rate expert, but a lowlife like him, who muddled through the martial world, didn't have that kind of ability.
He was thinking that he could simply buy large quantities from Lin Ze, then mark them up and sell them elsewhere in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
With chicken essence's astonishing ability to turn the mundane into something magical by bringing out a dish's flavor, it would surely sell extremely well. He could mark up the price several times over and still have no trouble selling it all.
A few deals like that, and he'd have no worries about retiring early, buying a home and land, and becoming a landlord.
Making money in the martial world was all well and good, but in the end, it wasn't a long-term way to provide for one's descendants.
"Mm, I am indeed interested in selling this seasoning. It's expensive to make, but if I keep at it, I should still be able to earn a decent profit."
Lin Ze smiled as he responded to Dan Xuliang's praise.
At the same time, he inwardly grumbled that Gao Fei really did love to show off.
He'd only gotten a little chicken essence a couple of days ago, and he'd already been itching to show it off.
"If that's the case, then I'll certainly help you find the yellow croaker you need, Hero Lin."
"I won't beat around the bush, Hero Lin. Yellow croaker is cheap to buy along the coast—only twenty-five wen.