Yang Ruxin looked at Han Baichuan and felt relieved. She knew her Divine Sauce had conquered him.
Sure enough, Han Baichuan had someone send the shrimp sauce to the kitchen for all the chefs to taste and give their feedback.
The feedback came quickly—all saying it was incredibly savory and delicious.
Sanni hastily tugged at Yang Ruxin, her eyes brimming with questions.
Yang Ruxin smiled slightly, giving her a reassuring look.
"So, let's talk, girl. How much for this stuff?" Han Baichuan nodded and then turned to Yang Ruxin. "If the price is right, I'll take it all."
Yang Ruxin smiled, "I'm looking to do long-term business with the shopkeeper, not just sell these three jars."
"So tell me, how shall we do business?"
"I'll make it, and you sell it," Yang Ruxin looked at Han Baichuan. "I won't charge an exorbitant price—thirty wen per jin..."
Sanni's eyes widened in surprise.
"That... seems a bit expensive..."