Chapter 89: Chapter 89 Tofu Earns Big Money (1)_1 Chapter 89: Chapter 89 Tofu Earns Big Money (1)_1 By the time Lin Jiaxin had awoken from a nap, his leg was still somewhat sore, but the pain was much less than before thanks to the acupuncture.

Feeling his leg, now fixed with a splint, Lin Jiaxin could almost see himself walking on the ground again.

During the meal, Lao Fan was exceptionally quiet because the unfamiliar dishes had filled his mouth, and having learned from the last time they fought over food, he quickly shoveled a lot of food into his bowl as soon as the dishes were served.

Xiao Linshuang gave him a disdainful glance and scooped a full bowl of food for herself.

The young and old foodies faced each other, eating with greasy faces.

Lin Yuan knew there was still a main dish in the pot, so she didn’t compete with them, leisurely enjoying the food in her bowl.

However, this made Liuzi miserable.

He couldn’t even start serving himself before the dishes were gone.

But when Lin Yuan brought out the big basin of braised pork, under the astonished gazes of Lao Fan and Xiao Linshuang, Liuzi triumphantly grabbed a spoon and leisurely scooped himself a large bowl of braised pork.

Not only that, but he even went so far as to parade his spoon around them.

Watching their comical behavior, Lin Yuan was so amused that she laughed until she was out of breath.

Lao Fan wouldn’t admit defeat, even though he was already full.

With delicious food in front of him, he was determined to stretch his stomach further.

As for Xiao Linshuang, who was still very young, Lin Yuan only allowed her to eat another piece of braised pork before she was not allowed any more.

After the meal, Liuzi took the initiative to take on the task of washing the dishes since there were secrets in the kitchen; washing the pot was left to Lin Wei, while Lin Yuan sat beside the small table and slacked off.

Clutching his belly, Lao Fan smacked his lips with satisfaction, “Finally, I don’t have to eat ‘Liang Pi’ anymore, haha, getting treated for this illness was worth it after such a good meal.

Old man, I’ve made a profit, haha.”

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but laugh at his smug expression, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, “Liang Pi?

Isn’t Liang Pi delicious?” By his tone, it seemed like he didn’t enjoy it, yet she was confident in her own cooking skills.

Could it be that Guizhi Sister’s Liang Pi was not up to scratch, not made well?

“Ouch, don’t even mention Liang Pi!” The mere mention of Liang Pi twisted Lao Fan’s contented expression into one of distaste, as if he had heard something torturous: “I’ve been eating it every day, no matter how delicious, you’d get sick of it!”

“It’s not just our Boss who eats it every day, we do too!” Liuzi, who was sitting on the side washing dishes, also complained with a frown, “Our Young Master, I don’t know what’s with him, he feeds us Liang Pi every day, and says whoever can figure out what it’s made of gets rewarded with ten taels of silver, ten taels, you know, that’s more than a year’s salary…”

While Liuzi continued to complain, Lin Yuan caught the real issue: it seemed that the Young Master of Fuman Building wanted to learn the craft.

Seeing how popular Guizhi Sister’s Liang Pi was, he wanted to make and sell it himself?

Humph, what a crafty businessman!

“So, did you figure it out?” Lin Yuan was more concerned about whether the secret of the Liang Pi had been revealed, but seeing Liuzi’s troubled expression, she knew that nobody had managed to guess it, which reassured her.

However, this situation served as a warning to her.

She had thought that the sharpest person in Fuman Building was Shopkeeper Liu, but it turned out that this unknown Young Master, who had popped up out of nowhere, was actually the craftiest!

The Young Master, could he be Lao Fan’s son?

Feeling uneasy under Lin Yuan’s probing gaze, Lao Fan coughed and cleared his throat, quickly waving his hand, “Don’t jump to conclusions.

I’ve never been married in my life, no son, and definitely no grandson!

That little rascal, if he were my grandson, I should have given his mother a potion of Safflower while he was still in her womb, not a speck of him would be left!

So he wouldn’t trouble my sight!

Hmph!”