Li Changyu smiled. "You're being pretty fair. To be honest, if your restaurant does well with this dish, this price is actually too low! But like Juhua said, its success depends on your ability. Since she's not making a fuss, I won't say any more."
Seeing Li Changyu's indignation on her behalf, Chen Yu could only shake his head.
Zheng Changhe was dumbfounded when he heard this. 'A single recipe for that much money? The children's mother has been working herself to the bone for days and hasn't even made twenty taels, and that's with the whole family helping out!' He didn't dare to speak, afraid he would say the wrong thing and embarrass himself.
Only Juhua understood the situation clearly. 'This isn't really a huge amount,' she thought. 'It's just an advance on future earnings. If our family kept selling this stew, for instance, we could make a hundred or so taels a year. How much would that add up to over a few years? And a restaurant would earn much, much more, right?'
