Young Master Zhu tapped his fingers on the table. "So that's how it is."
Still, even a one-year monopoly was enough for him to make a killing.
Young Master Zhu smiled. "You're quite something, little girl. At least you're honest about it."
"Alright then. I'll buy these twenty catties of dried chili peppers and the thirty recipes. And when your peppers are harvested next year, you have to supply my restaurant first."
He looked at Gu Fei. "Name your price."
Gu Fei gave a faint smile. "My family is new to Jiangnan, so we're not familiar with the local prices."
"I've heard you're a fair and generous man, Young Master Zhu. So why don't you name a figure? I'll see if I can sell for that amount."
Young Master Zhu let out a hearty laugh. "Hahaha, you're flattering me, little girl."
"How about this? At my restaurant, whenever a chef develops a new dish, I reward them with ten taels of silver."
"For thirty dishes, that comes to three hundred taels of silver."
"As for the peppers—"
