Kang Youyi saw his expression and expressed surprise, "Hao, you don't even have a name thought out, do you?"
Qin Hao chuckled awkwardly, "Fatty, what do you think it should be called?"
The Fatty touched his head sheepishly, "Hao, I'm no good at naming either. The name Xinghui was given by a fortune-teller I consulted. How about I call him over to pick a name?"
Qin Hao was exasperated, "Rather than having someone else do it, I might as well come up with one myself."
After he said this, he began to ponder. In his opinion, the name should be simple and memorable, but it also needed its own charm.
After thinking for a few minutes, Qin Hao spoke up, "How about we call it Jiangshan Roasted Duck?"
Since the city he lived in was called Jiangshan City.
Kang Youyi's eyes lit up, "Hao, that's a great name. People from Jiangshan will definitely feel a connection and might even buy a roasted duck from us."