Wang Xiaoliang hurried to admit his mistake. "Uncle, I was wrong, I was wrong. I was going to report to you once we had some results."
"All right, your skin's thick enough to rival Old Hu's now." An Peiwen pulled no punches, then changed the subject. "Let's talk business. My second daughter's been clamoring for those Heartbreak Chicken Wings. She even wants to fly over to buy them. Now she's got the whole family wanting some."
"Could you give Liu Xinyu's mother the recipe? Have her factory develop a vacuum-packed snack version. We could make it a flagship product from Anyang, with Tang Heihu as the trademark. Two flavors: Original Flavor Roasted Chicken Wings and Heartbreak Chicken Wings. What do you think?"
Listening from the passenger seat, Luo Bisheng's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously at Wang Xiaoliang.
Wang Xiaoliang did not look at him.
"I gave my mom the recipe already. They've been working on it for a while."
On the other end, An Peiwen paused for a second.
"Well, you little rascal-you're almost a match for Old Hu in his day. Have you registered the trademark?"
"Not yet. I don't know where to start."
"I'll have someone contact you tomorrow. Work with them on it."
Wang Xiaoliang deliberately waited a beat. "Uncle Wen, I haven't agreed to work with you yet."
An Peiwen's voice immediately rose a notch. "Ever heard of taekwondo? Want a little demonstration, you brat?"
"How could I turn down something this good?" Wang Xiaoliang laughed. "But Uncle Wen, there's something else I wanted to ask."
"Go on."
"Your third child's another daughter. How do you feel about that?"
An Peiwen's tone suddenly softened, completely different from a moment before. "It feels wonderful."
Wang Xiaoliang held back his laughter. "Then are you and Auntie