I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Wen Shutang looked up when he heard the voice. The man had a kind complexion and a gentle smile on his face, which made it difficult to dislike him.

She responded, "Yes, uncle, are you here to buy tofu?"

The man shook his head and said, "My name is Feng Shu, and I'm the head shopkeeper of Zhaixing Tower. I'm here on the orders of the young master to invite you in for a chat."

Wen Shutang frowned. Zhaixinglou? It sounded like the name of a restaurant. After what happened just now, Wen Shutang didn't have a very good impression of restaurants and wanted to refuse immediately.

"I'm just a small vendor. I don't know the young master of Zhaixinglou. What's there to talk about? If you don't want to buy tofu, don't delay my business here."

Hearing the intention of Wen Shutang to drive people away, Feng Shu did not get angry and his tone remained calm.

"I just heard the conversation between you and He Song. To be honest, our young master is also impressed by your tofu-making skills and plans to discuss with you how to buy your recipe. I hope you won't give us Zhaixing Tower a chance just because of He Song."

Feng Shu's words were both sincere and polite, which to a certain extent alleviated Wen Shutang's stereotype of restaurants. She turned her head to look at Xiao Yizhuo and nodded when she saw that he had no objection. After all, who doesn't want to make money?

"Well, since Shopkeeper Feng has said so, it would be embarrassing for me to refuse. Please lead the way."

Feng Shu smiled gently and made a 'please' gesture.

"This way."

Feng Shu led them into the Zhaixing Tower through the back door, and they went straight to the private room on the second floor. Feng Shu pushed open the door and walked in first.

"Young Master, the people are here."

A man in a green brocade robe turned around when he heard this, and a smile suddenly appeared on his handsome face.

"Okay, Uncle Feng, serve the tea quickly."

Feng Shu responded and went out immediately to prepare tea.

Wen Shutang looked at the man in front of him. His clothes looked luxurious. Although there were no jade ornaments on them, one could still see his extraordinary temperament.

Song Zhoubai was also looking at Wen Shutang. Although she was wearing simple coarse cloth clothes, she did not give him the feeling of an ordinary country woman or commoner. Instead, both of them exuded an inexplicable nobleness.

"Are you the Tofu Lady who has been very famous recently? It turns out you are quite something after seeing you today." Song Zhou smiled and praised generously.

Wen Shutang nodded slightly, still without beating around the bush, and directly stated his purpose.

"Thank you for the compliment. Do you also want to buy my tofu recipe?"

Song Zhou was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Wen Shutang to be so straightforward. Then he admitted it without hesitation.

"Yes, everyone in this town is praising the deliciousness of the tofu. As the young master of Zhaixing Tower, I naturally want to make more money. I also know that the young lady met with Manager He of Xianyun Manor today. I assure you that Zhaixing Tower will never be as stingy as Xianyun Manor."

Wen Shutang raised his eyebrows and thought that this man might be someone he could cooperate with.

"Then may I ask how much the young master can offer?"

"How much do you want, young lady?"

Song Zhoubai is a businessman after all, so he threw the question to Wen Shutang.

Wen Shutang didn't say anything but just held up three fingers.

"Three hundred taels?" Song Zhoubai breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Wen Shutang would ask for too much, but fortunately, three hundred taels was still within his affordability.

Just when he was about to agree, he saw Wen Shutang shaking his head.

"It's not three hundred taels, it's thirty percent."

Song Zhoubai was completely confused. Thirty percent? What do you mean by thirty percent?

Wen Shutang saw his confusion and began to explain.

"I want 30% of all the money earned from selling tofu at Zhaixing Tower. In other words, we will split the money 70% to 30%, with me taking 70%."

Song Zhoubai was stunned for a moment, the smile on his face obviously faded a lot, he stared at Wen Shutang blankly.

This woman is too bold. Zhaixing Tower can sell countless servings of tofu in a day, and she actually dares to ask for 30% of the profit. That would be more than a few hundred taels, possibly even thousands of taels.

Wen Shutang was not in a hurry either. She just looked at Song Zhoubai quietly, waiting for him to think it over.

After a while, Song Zhoubai spoke up: "This request is a little unexpected to me. I think it's not appropriate for you to show up in public. How about I discuss it with your husband?"

As he said this, he looked at Xiao Yizhuo behind Wen Shutang.

Wen Shutang raised his eyebrows, indicating that he didn't want to chat with her anymore, and started to change people.

Xiao Yizhuo had a blank expression on his face, his eyes fell on Wen Shutang's profile, and he spoke calmly.

"I am henpecked, and I will let my wife decide everything."

Hearing this, Song Zhoubai's mouth twitched unconsciously, and he felt indescribably speechless.

He had no choice but to continue discussing with Wen Shutang: "Young lady's appetite is a bit too big. Thirty percent of the profit is more than a few hundred taels."

"I think the young master knows how well tofu sells in town, so he came to me after Xianyun Manor. Since I have the courage to make such a request, I am also confident that tofu can sell well in Zhaixing Tower. If it really sells well, does the young master really think that my 30% is still a large number?"

Wen Shutang looked at Song Zhoubai's expression while speaking, and when he saw that he was silent, he continued, "Young Master, don't worry. If you are still worried about losing money, I can send some tofu to Zhaixinglou. You can sell it in the store for the next few days. If you think the sales are good, it won't be too late to come back to me then."

Song Zhou pursed his lips. He had indeed heard the news that tofu was selling well in the town, otherwise he would not have been secretly paying attention to the developments of Xianyun Manor and the situation of Wen Shutang's tofu stall.

After thinking about it, I finally agreed to Wen Shutang's proposal.

"Okay, then listen to me, young lady. I will sell tofu for five days in Zhaixing Tower. If the money I make exceeds fifty taels of silver, then I will agree to your request. If not, then we will negotiate a different price."

"Okay." Wen Shutang agreed readily.

"But I have a suggestion. Since this is a restaurant, you definitely can't just sell tofu cubes. I'll give you a recipe for a dish later, and you can sell it according to this dish."

Song Zhoubai naturally would not refuse. He had also tasted the crispy tofu and it was indeed delicious. Now Wen Shutang was willing to take the initiative to tell the kitchen how to make it, which was the best.

Wen Shutang went to the kitchen and personally demonstrated to the chef how to make Mapo Tofu. When the dish came out of the pot, the spicy and fragrant taste immediately aroused everyone's appetite.

Song Zhoubai was very satisfied with this, and he vaguely felt that he might agree to Wen Shutang's request.

After everything was done, Wen Shutang and Xiao Yizhuo were about to leave but were stopped by Song Zhoubai.

"Young lady, please stay."

Wen Shutang turned around and looked at him: "Young Master, is there anything else?"

"The owner of Xianyun Manor is Ye Xingyi. He is a very cunning person. He will use some despicable means to get what he can't get. I want to remind you to be more careful these days. You rejected Xianyun Manor, and he may have held a grudge against you."