"Let me see."
"It really is fine salt."
...
"Miss Tang, is this your doing? You're amazing." Huang Zheng even personally tasted this salt; it was salty with a hint of sweetness, without any bitterness at all. It was clearly a fine product.
"Oh, I just heard about it from a traveling peddler and tried it out. I also just noticed the salt coming out."
"Seems like this method isn't bad. Do you want to hear it?"
"No, no need." Everyone was scared to death; such a valuable thing couldn't just be casually spoken of.
This was the recipe for making fine salt. No one would sell it even for a thousand pieces of gold, yet in Tang Wanwan's mouth, it seemed like a child's play. Everyone found it a bit unbelievable. They thought she might have said it on purpose, perhaps someone else helped her make it. But it didn't seem like it.
