That's right, Zheng Changsheng asked his mother to make these steamed noodles to satisfy his appetite based on the records in the book.

After eating rice all day long, he felt like a bird in his mouth. In later generations, as a true Central Plains person, he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't eat noodles for a day.

But after this era, we almost never eat pasta. Even if we eat pasta, it is tasteless.

Forget it, just think of a solution yourself.

So a lot of pasta was added to the recipes of the Zheng Family Courtyard, which Zheng Changsheng created based on the memories of later generations.

All kinds of pastries, steamed noodles, and braised noodles were all made by his mother on the pretext of getting them from books.

In the eyes of his mother, everything in his mind is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancestors of the Zheng family, and it must be high-end and classy.

No, just a small steamed noodle can bring 40% of the business income to your family.

But why do she feel so uneasy? She spent hundreds of taels of money to set up a shop and find a waiter, and then came up with a recipe for pasta and pastries. To be honest, she always felt like she was taking a huge advantage.

There are really not many people as simple as Li Xiuying. She thinks that she is lucky if she suffers a disadvantage, but suddenly she feels uncomfortable because she feels that she has taken advantage.

This was the case in the wild chrysanthemum business before, and it is the same now in cooperating with the Lu family to cook.

Li Xiuying hugged her son and said with a smile: "Son, if you remember what delicious food is in the book, tell me about it too.

Since our family is cooperating with your Aunt Lu, we can produce more fresh recipes, so we can get money confidently, right?"

She said this in front of Mrs. Lu, but she was shocked.

From what Li's sister said, such delicious noodles are the result of his precious son's longevity. This is too unbelievable.

Well, Zheng Changsheng was a little confused. His mother thought of him as a little Zhuge who could come up with a lot of clever tricks just by patting his head.

These kinds of pasta are his favorite things in later generations, and he can make them himself, but if you want him to come up with gourmet recipes now, you might as well kill him.

He is not a master chef or a gourmet foodie, so how can he know the recipe?

But seeing the look of expectation on his mother's face, he knew that if he couldn't satisfy his mother's wishes, he might be unhappy.

In the eyes of her mother, she is her greatest wealth and the most valuable magic weapon to show off.

At this moment, when Mr. Lu is asking me to think of a recipe, there is no point in showing off.

I can't let my mother down, but what recipe should I give her? This is a difficult problem.

He racked his brains and thought, his mind spinning rapidly, what else could he make that was delicious that was not available in this era?

By the way, Peking duck is famous in the capital and is famous all over the country. It can definitely make a lot of money.

He once watched a documentary that introduced the roast duck production process and technology in detail, and it still remains in his mind when he thinks about it.

Whether it succeeds or not depends on whether it can make a qualified roast duck.

So, he thought for a long time and then said: "Mom, I still remember a kind of duck roasted on fire.

The book says: The marinated duck meat is naturally dried and baked with fruit wood.

The color is ruddy, the meat is fat but not greasy, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, and the taste is extremely mellow.”

Li Xiuying happily "chirped" and took a bite on her son's face: "My son is really good. Now that you, Aunt Lu, have our secret recipe, you won't lose money and can make a lot of money."

Mrs. Lu's heart skipped a beat. It was indeed as she thought. These things were all the whims of the biological brother of the Zheng family.

This child is just over four years old and is so smart. What kind of future will he have?

This kind of roast duck, judging by the process of making it, is the best. It will definitely be delicious, and it will definitely make a lot of money.

Their family is not short of money, but what they lack is a long-term source of income, and what they lack is Zheng Changsheng's mind that can turn stone into gold.

She secretly made up her mind that her son Fang Jinbao must follow Zheng Changsheng's footsteps, so that they can continue their long-term cooperation.

This kid can make money with just any idea. If he can't win over such a fortune-seeking boy, how can he do it?

Her man is rich and has business acumen, and she is not far behind.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally plucked up the courage to speak: "Sister Xiuying, let's do this. My sister can't take advantage of you. Counting this kind of roast duck, I'll give you half of the share. That's it.

You first do what Brother Sheng said and give it a try, then I will go back and ask the middleman to write the contract."

Huh? Li Xiuying was dumbfounded. She felt that she was taking advantage of others when they split the accounts. Is something wrong with this sister of the Lu family? She was given another ten percent of her share.

How can this be done? She decisively wanted to refuse, but Mrs. Lu was unwilling to do so. She insists on insisting, otherwise she will fall out.

Well, Li Xiuying couldn't resist and agreed.

Zheng Changsheng was very puzzled that his mother's thinking was really not suitable for walking in a shopping mall.

If this were the case in future generations, how much profit a secret recipe recipe would bring and how much wealth it could bring would be calculated in hundreds of millions.

Now that I have been given half of the shares, my mother still thinks it’s too much?

As he said, in his mother's simple peasant mentality, as long as you don't contribute money to do business, it is unfair and you are taking advantage of others.

Regarding his mother's thinking, Zheng Changsheng decided to slowly correct and transform it.

Otherwise, if she comes up with something good in the future, she will treat it as worthless and ignore it.

To paraphrase a later saying: Technology is the primary productive force.

In this era, he can be proud to say that his brain is the primary productive force.

You must know that after all, the things contained in his mind are hundreds of years more accumulated than this era.

The Zheng family didn't have any ducks, so they caught five or six from the old patriarch's house. Li Xiuying wanted to pay them, but the old patriarch refused to accept them.

Finally, the old patriarch's eyes widened and he was about to get angry, but Li Xiuying gave up.

The dividend of fifty taels of silver was a huge shock to the old patriarch.

Man said he wanted a few ducks, but even if his family's small courtyard was pushed away, the old patriarch would not even say no.

Slaughter, clean, pickle, and then hang the duck blanks in a ventilated place, wait for the duck skin to dry, and then bake it.

After finishing this series of tasks, Li Xiuying smiled with satisfaction.

My son just worked hard and didn't embarrass my mother in front of the Lu family sisters.

She believed her son who said that after the duck skin is dried and roasted, the duck skin will be roasted to a charred and delicious flavor, and the duck meat under the skin will be tender and smooth.

This was the first time she heard of this method, and she didn't expect that ducks could be made in this way.

What she knew most before was to blanch duck meat, but the meat of duck was relatively weak, not easy to chew, and had no taste in the mouth.

I just don’t know if the roasted taste is as delicious as my son said.
Chapter completed!