"No, there's no room for even the slightest mistake in the business!"
"Don't you trust us?
As long as you explain everything about the noodle stall to us, bit by bit, we guarantee we won't make any mistakes.
You can just enjoy a comfortable life at home and leave everything else to us."
Jin Yuanyuan said nothing.
Jia Zuokang's expression immediately darkened, and he asked:
"We're already family. Surely you aren't still guarding against us and refusing to tell us about the business?
Don't forget, you still have a daughter!"
At those words, Jin Yuanyuan's expression turned ugly, but she still said:
"It's not that I'm unwilling. It's just that those are secret recipes I developed myself.
I'll organize them and give them to you."
"That's more like it. It seems you really do consider us your family. That's good."
Jin Yuanyuan said nothing.
A day later, Jin Yuanyuan finished organizing the secret recipes and handed them to Jia Zuokang, reminding him repeatedly:
"These are the secret recipes. You must follow every step.
Choose the best ingredients, too. You absolutely cannot be careless."
"All right, all right, don't worry!"
Only after hearing that assurance did Jin Yuanyuan breathe a sigh of relief.
So be it if she handed over the business. As long as they ran it properly, she would say no more.
Jia Zuokang could not read, but Jia Maolin had attended a private school for a few years.
Jia Zuokang gave the recipe sheet to Jia Maolin and asked him to read it aloud.
When Jia Maolin read that they needed thirty jin of pork ribs every day to make the bone broth, Jia Zuokang could not help frowning:
"Bones might be cheap, but they still cost two copper coins per jin. Thirty jin is sixty coins. That's