"Uncle, I won't lie to you, I plan to sell some braised delicacies. With the New Year coming, ordinary families usually have more cured meats, and braised ones are too troublesome to make—a large pot at a time, so not many households do it."
Xia Chuyi didn't hide her intentions and laid out her plans.
"If I sell braised delicacies, those with a bit of financial ability would be willing to spend money to try something new, while also adding some variety to their New Year dishes."
A look of surprise flashed in Uncle Xia's eyes. He looked at her and said, "Chuyi, you seem to have a good head for business, but when it comes to cooked food, it all comes down to taste. Are you confident? The Old Xia Family's braising method isn't anything special."
Chuyi smiled and lowered her voice, "Actually, there is something, Uncle, Aunt Xia, Xiao Gui, I'm telling you this here, but you mustn't tell anyone else."
