Following the principle of never turning down free food, Qi Gu quickly picked up his chopsticks and began to feast. With every bite, his gaze toward Weasel grew gentler.
Qi Gu said, "If Ratatouille had a Chinese version, it would have to be Weaselatouille."
Weasel said, "I... Dad and I discussed an idea, but I don't know whether it'll work. Master, could you look it over and give me some advice?"
"You all praise the quality of the chickens Dad raises, and you say the chicken I cook tastes good. We thought it over and want to have the villagers raise chickens together, while I open a Chicken-Flavored Restaurant and take charge of the flavor. Do you think that could work?" Weasel rubbed its paws together, very nervous. After all, the biggest thing it had done in its life was pretend to be the village chief's daughter-in-law to mooch food and drink.
It had become completely accustomed to calling the village chief Dad and could no longer be bothered to correct itself.
Qi Gu hesitated for a moment. "I don't know much about business. You should ask Fang Heng. But as far as the flavor goes, there's no problem. It's perfect."
Qi Gu's approval excited Weasel, and it hurriedly said, "I'll go ask him right now!" Then it churned its two short legs and ran into the room, finding Fang Heng still keeping watch beside Fang Yuanwang.
Fang Heng explained how chicken farms and fried chicken chains operated and made money. Weasel nodded repeatedly as it listened, wishing it could cook him 108 chicken dishes on the spot to repay him.
Some time later, with investment from Fang Heng, the Huai Shui Village Chicken Farm successfully established a base. Following the village chief's methods, the villagers worked together to raise