Rong Heng sneered coldly, "Go call the head chef of this grilled fish place, have him write down the grilled fish recipe. If he can't write, he should recite it to you."
Jiu asked, puzzled, "What is Your Highness planning to do with this?"
"Give the recipe to Su Zixiao later, so he can make grilled fish for Lanlan and me," Rong Heng said as if it was the most natural thing.
Jiu: "..."
A moment later, under the coercion and persuasion of Prince Xiang of Dayan, the head chef tearfully revealed his family's secret recipe, while Jiu scribbled down rapidly nearby.
Rong Heng shook the paper with the ink still wet, observed it with satisfaction, tossed out a small gold leaf and a few pieces of broken silver, saying, "Why is he crying, I didn't bully him. This is the market price; I won't take his secret recipe for free."
"You are Prince Xiang, can't you be more generous?" Jiu weighed the broken silver in his hand.
