Chen Qi thought that it would be best if the dishes made from the ingredients sent by Zhao Erhu and his wife could be seen on the magistrate's table tomorrow. The faster the tasks were accomplished, the more the magistrate would recognize his efficiency, which would ensure his position in the magistrate's heart. He knew well that being an intermediary these days was no easy feat. Even with money and power, too many people were eying his position greedily, like the maidservant's pet nephew of the lady of the house, or the younger brother of Aunt Lan, each one intent on ousting him.
"No problem, although these foods take time to prepare, we have readied some to sell at the market tomorrow. We will make sure to deliver them early to the Government Office, and your work, Brother Chen, will certainly not be spoiled," Zhao Erhu assured with conviction. Since Zhao Erhu had woken up, Lin Yue had stepped back, leaving all such negotiations to Zhao Erhu.