"It's just forty taels of tofu, not that heavy or troublesome."
Zhuang Qingning laughed, she leaned into the courtyard, "Is Uncle Zhang around?"
"Oh, master, you just missed him. He just left to buy some stuff, probably some seasonings for the kitchen."
Lian Rong raised his eyes and smiled, "Miss Zhuang, are you looking for Master?"
"Hmm, we've salted some duck eggs at home, and I was thinking of asking Uncle Zhang to try them and tell us what they taste like." Zhuang Qingning said as she took out salted duck eggs from her bag and handed them to Lian Rong.
"These two are for you."
Lian Rong couldn't help but squint upon seeing this.
Zhuang Qingning said she wanted Zhang Yongchang to taste the salted duck eggs she made at home. Since the signature dish of Fushun Tower, golden loin, is made with salted egg yolks, Zhuang Qingning probably wanted to introduce her own salted duck eggs to see if Fushun Tower would buy them.
Zhuang Qingning was certainly business savvy.