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“Well…” Manager Duan hesitated.

Of her two baskets for stir-fried pork intestine, one was a big basket for pig fat. She emptied the big basket and handed it to the waiter from Rich Source Tavern. “I’ve paid a deposit of twenty cents for this basket. The pig seller at the Vegetable Market should recognize it, right? Give this basket to him. Yesterday, I had him help me collect all the offal; he should give you another basket full of offal. I have already paid for the collection of offal.”

“Yes, I know him.” The waiter from Rich Source Tavern nodded.

Qingyue asked Manager Duan, “Could you please trouble your waiter to run this errand for me? Once I receive my basket full of offal, I’ll give you a section of pig intestine to cook… braised pig’s large intestine.”

After hearing that, Manager Duan asked, “You call your stir-fried pig offal ‘braised pig’s large intestine’?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. That name is quite fitting.” Manager Duan waved his hand, and the waiter left with the empty basket.

Ji looked troubled, “Miss Su, our Boss Jin is still waiting for you. Why don’t you come with me first?”

Su Qingyue seemed completely unconcerned, “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“You’re actually making my boss wait…” Ji complained discontentedly, “Do you know my boss is the famous owner of Drunken Immortal Pavilion?”

Su Qingyue rolled her eyes at him, “Why do you keep repeating the same nonsense? It’s not like I’m deaf and wouldn’t know. I don’t intend to sell the recipe for stir-frying pig offal to Drunken Immortal Pavilion, so it doesn’t matter how long he waits.”

His boss hadn’t even asked to buy the recipe, “But…”

“You can wait or leave.”

Ji had no choice but to wait.

Manager Duan saw that Su Qingyue didn’t even pay any attention to Jin Xun, and felt much more comfortable in his heart. Before Drunken Immortal Pavilion opened, his Rich Source Tavern had the best business in town, and both officials and nobles enjoyed eating there.

But ever since Jin Xun opened a branch in town, most of his clientele had been snatched away, and he was both angry and powerless.

Who wouldn’t give Jin Xun, such a big boss, the utmost respect?

Only this poor and ugly woman would dare to make him wait.

Yet this poor and ugly woman had already done two transactions with him.

Su Qingyue saw Manager Duan’s pained and helpless expression; she knew what the cunning merchant was thinking.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t sell at such a high price.

This old guy’s heart had always been ‘hurt’ by her. With a disgusting look of belittling others, who else should she swindle if not him? If she were selling to someone else, she wouldn’t charge such a high price – one hundred taels would do. Here with Manager Duan, it was just a little extra ’emotional injury fee’.

Of course, Manager Duan was only in his forties and wouldn’t be considered old by others. To her, a fifteen-year-old super-young person, he was definitely old.

Seeing that she still had about 45 jin of stir-fried pork intestine left unsold in her basket, and that there were many onlookers, she kindly asked Manager Duan first, “I previously sold these cooked intestines at twenty cents per jin, and now I’ll sell them to you at fifteen cents per jin. Do you want them?”

But Manager Duan was a shrewd man, “I’ve already bought the recipe, and pig offal only costs one cent per jin. I’d have to be brainless to buy.”

“Really?” she said, “I’ve bought all of today’s offal, and you won’t be able to get any until tomorrow at the earliest. In other words, you won’t have any to sell today. Since this braised pig’s large intestine is so delicious, you could buy it, pack three bowls per jin, and sell each bowl for twenty cents. You’d still make a big profit. If you don’t want to buy it, that’s fine.”