Is this rushing to give money?

"Uncle Zhong."

"Uncle Zhong."

The two in a stalemate simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief, greeting each other as if they had seen a savior. In his heart, Cheng Zhong was secretly amused. When was the last time he had seen the young master's emotions change? At such a young age, he resembled an old monk who had been meditating for decades under an ancient lamp. Today is a good day; I should quickly write a letter to the old master to make him happy.

"Uncle Zhong, you're asking about this? It's not for eating. I noticed that these pots and bowls were dirty and greasy, so I made a few pieces of stain-removing soap, and I'll leave some on the ship. I added sulfur to it. Since you are always on this ship, if your skin occasionally gets blisters or eczema due to the high humidity, using this will help."

"Miss Tong can even make soap! I'm often troubled by this skin condition. In that case, I won't be polite, but soap is precious. I can't take it for free."

"It's made of cheap materials and not difficult to make. It's not something precious. You don't need to worry about it." Xiangbei thought the timing of his appearance was too coincidental. However, it was more convenient to talk to him than the young master, whose thought process couldn't be understood by ordinary people. So, she took the initiative to bring up, "By the way, Uncle Zhong, Master Cheng just mentioned that you are managing a restaurant. He wants to use these dishes to create some new items. Feel free to use them. I haven't repaid your lifesaving favor, so there's no need for any payment. Besides, this gift from your young master is too precious. I absolutely can't accept it. Please convey my gratitude on my behalf." Xiangbei handed the wooden box to Cheng Zhong. Seeing him giving Cheng Zhong an unhappy look, she glanced at him disapprovingly and added, "Or Uncle Zhong, I'm quite ordinary. Just give me five taels of silver. I prefer usable money immediately. Besides, I have many recipes. I can sell you any that you like in the future."

"You, hm!" Cheng Mo was so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath. Was this the behavior expected of a young lady? Five taels of silver, is that a lot? It couldn't even buy a piece of pearl skin! Sell them all to him? Fuhai Building is the young master's property! If the young master disagrees, would Uncle Zhong dare to give you silver? Hmph! Cheng Mo, puffing with anger, completely forgot that the girl in front of him was just a mountain child who couldn't meet the requirements of his ladylike behavior.

"Well, Miss Tong, we can sign a contract. In the future, when you have delicious food, just send it over. I will definitely pay you in cash," Cheng Zhong silently observed the young master's fascinating expressions, secretly adding fuel to the fire.

"I'll give you a one percent stake in all the Fuhai Building restaurants under my name. Every month, you must deliver two recipes that customers like. Dividends will be distributed every six months. If you can't provide twelve recipes, you won't receive any dividends. Do you dare?" Cheng Mo thought he had caught Xiangbei by the neck and triumphantly interjected. The air seemed to freeze, unnaturally quiet, and the other two were surprised, digesting this condition that seemed to be a misunderstanding. Cheng Zhong lowered his head, hoping for some changes in the young master, but this transformation was a bit beyond his expectations. Does he really know what one percent ownership means? Does the old master know that such a huge and frightening change would make him happy? Wouldn't he cry? There are eighteen Fuhai Building restaurants nationwide, and the quarterly profits are not an exaggeration to say they reach the entire province's tax revenue. Does the young master really know what he's saying?

"What's wrong, don't want to do it without cash? Only feel at ease with cash in hand? Petty, just petty. Or is it that you can't come up with fresh recipes?" Rich people's young masters are really untouchable. Even if he's a bit mentally challenged, he wouldn't think of such a grandiose contract. Cheng Zhong estimated that he might cry from his heart. Fortunately, I'm not really Miss Tong, so I'll have some fun in the future when he's happy.

"Fine, I'll sign!"

"Miss Tong, if you don't want to sign, it's okay. I can still buy it for cash," Cheng Zhong persuaded with a bit of hope.

"Uncle Zhong, prepare pen and paper," Cheng Mo interrupted him, and his voice carried a touch of anger.