My Arita

Chapter 241 Prosperity
He took out some chili powder, "Look, how much is so much chili powder?"

Wang Fugui weighed it and understood.

The powdered seasoning is indeed not heavy, so it is normal that it is more expensive.

It's just that this thing tastes so strong, will anyone not like it?

"It doesn't matter. If you like it, you will naturally ask for it. If you don't like it, just don't provide it."

"Anyway, this is a good thing. You can put many dishes in it. Then shopkeeper Wang can let your chef play to his heart's content."

Of course, Wang Fugui would not be easily moved by Su Xixi's few words, but he is a businessman, and he still saw a glimmer of business opportunity from these red powders.

"Okay, I bought it, how much is this?"

Su Xixi extended a slap.

Fifty copper coins, this is simply a sky-high price, the corners of Wang Fugui's mouth twitched, habitually wanting to lower the price.

"Shopkeeper Wang, don't lower the price anymore. I'm offering a friendly price for the sake of our cooperation. If you want to say that the price of this item is precious, it's more expensive than vinegar."

Hearing this, Wang Fugui lost his mind.

"Okay, let's do that."

Su Xixi asked someone to get a pen and paper again, and then wrote down the contract.

"Don't blame shopkeeper Wang. After all, we are dealing with each other for the first time. There is no evidence for this thing. It is better for us to plan."

What is planning? Isn't that what makes things into black and white?
"Since this is the case, you go and get the silk book."

Wang Fugui looked at Su Xixi, "Bamboo slips are definitely not enough for such a precious thing, and silk books are better, as they can be preserved for a longer period of time."

It doesn't matter to Su Xixi, the silk book is just a silk book, anyway, she has never seen any paper and pen in this world.

The silk script is just a specially made cloth.

After Wang Fugui finished grinding, he was ready to write, and Su Xixi was watching from the side.

Two people talked one by one, and wrote by one. After a while, a silk script was written.

After finishing writing, the two people signed their names respectively.

Of course, compared with Wang Fugui, Su Xixi's handwriting is ugly.

A person who is used to the keyboard in modern times and can only write his name with a signature pen is even more awkward with a brush.

Fortunately, she only wrote her own name, which was quite fast.

Even if it is ugly, it will not attract suspicion, after all, it is a child.

Silk books are precious, so there is no such thing as duplicate copies.

When Wang Fugui wrote, he divided the names of the two people on the left and right. Now that he finished writing, he picked up the scissors and cut it in two from the middle.

What Su Xixi got was the half with Wang Fugui's name on it, but what Wang Fugui got was the half with Su Da written on it.

"As for these chili powders, there is no need to write an appointment."

Although the chili powder is expensive, according to the volume, it doesn't take much, so Wang Fugui agreed.

Now that the problem is solved, these new dishes can be served.

Su Xixi went to the kitchen in person and directed the chef to steam all the meat dishes on the stove before taking them down.

People at this time cook very honestly, and each dish is served in a large portion.

Su Xixi knew that this thing could not be eaten much, so she asked the chef to put the vegetables on the bottom, and then spread two layers of meat on top.

Leave some to stir in the pot, and put the rest outside to dry.

In Darong and outside, the signboards for the new dishes served today were also hung up.

Looking at the booming series below, everyone ran in curiously.

(End of this chapter)