Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 50 This King Doesn't Like Jealousy!

Su Mowan held up two fingers.

"Two hundred taels."

"Two hundred taels?!"

Manager Liu gasped.

The cost has simply doubled, yet the price has increased by one hundred taels!

Only Consort Su would have such audacity...

Su Mowan pondered for a moment, then said, "We don't need to make every style yet. We'll just choose the three styles that sell the fastest and make only five sets of each style."

Although Manager Liu had questions, he didn't ask them and simply did as Consort Su instructed.

Next, Su Mowan went to Zui Jin Zhao.

Before the carriage even stopped, guests were seen coming and going from the entrance of Zui Jinzhao.

Su Mowan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The carriage had just stopped when Manager Qian came out, smiling, and said, "Consort Su, please come in quickly! There will be too many people and we might disturb you."

Su Mowan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Does this mean there will be even more people soon?

Seeing her question, Manager Qian led her upstairs while saying, "Consort Su, you don't know, business has been booming these past two days. The Wenxiangju across the street has become much quieter, and their manager hasn't given me a friendly look! Haha!"

Su Mowan chuckled along.

Once they were seated in the private room, she asked, "Manager Qian, how was the sound at noon and in the evening?"

After all, the main events at restaurants are usually during lunch and dinner.

Manager Qian's smile paused slightly.

"There's been some improvement, but it's still worse than it was this morning."

Although the prices have been adjusted according to the proposed adjustment range, the effect is still not significant.

Su Mowan nodded.

Expected.

"How about this, we'll do something different for lunch and dinner, and the first ten customers will be paid for free."

Manager Qian quickly advised, "This, this won't do, Consort Su, right? In the morning, it's just a little something to fill your stomach. No matter how much you eat, you won't eat much of your own food. But lunch and dinner are different. If someone takes this opportunity to order a lot of food, the losses will be huge!"

Su Mowan had considered this.

But he still said, "It's okay, just do it this way for now. I've written down a few dishes and their recipes here. Have the kitchen make them according to these recipes. Each dish can only be made ten times a day, no more."

Manager Qian took the Xuan paper from Yinshuang's hand.

The top was covered with a dense string of words, which surprised and delighted Manager Qian, but when he saw the price that followed, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Consort Su, isn't this...isn't it too expensive?"

The price is even more outrageous than before the rectification of the "Drunken Today" incident.

Su Mowan tilted her head and chuckled.

"Don't worry, Manager Qian. We only make a few servings each day. There are far more people in the capital who can afford to eat this than that number, so we won't have to worry about a lack of customers."

Manager Qian thought of Manager Liu's clothing shop, and it seemed to make the same sense. His worries instantly disappeared.

He then laughed and said, "If everything goes smoothly, I won't have to worry about the few dollars I've spent on giving people free meals."

Su Mowan thought for a moment and then asked, "Manager Qian, I'm a little curious, why did the restaurant keep the prices so high even though it was losing money before?"

Manager Qian glanced at Yinshuang.

Su Mowan gestured for him to speak freely, and Manager Qian then said, "Although I was the one in charge of this restaurant on the surface, there was another manager, Manager Liu, who had some connections with the General's wife and was highly trusted by her. I did consider lowering the prices, but Manager Liu said that the General's wife's wish was not to change the prices..."

Su Mowan's eyes darkened.

"Where is Manager Liu? In the past, did you or Manager Liu have control of the restaurant's revenue?"

"Naturally, it's in Manager Liu's hands."

Manager Qian seemed somewhat ashamed and said in a low voice, "I haven't seen Manager Liu since the day Consort Su got married."

Well, Su Liu must have run off with all the money.

Su Mowan took a deep breath: "How many years has Manager Qian been working at this restaurant?"

“Replying to Consort Su, it has been almost eighteen years. I was here when the Dowager was still alive.”

"Eighteen years, you've worked hard."

Su Mowan looked at him solemnly and said, "Manager Qian, this restaurant is mine from now on. Do a good job, and I won't treat you unfairly."

Manager Qian's eyes lit up, and he bowed and replied, "Yes."

After a busy day, Su Mowan returned to Huangfeng Garden.

Before she could even sit down and catch her breath, Granny Wei came in with a big smile on her face.

Every time Su Mowan saw Granny Wei, she had an urge to hide. Her first reaction was to check if Granny Wei was carrying anything.

Fortunately, this time Granny Wei came empty-handed.

Su Mowan raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Granny Wei, is there something you need?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

As Granny Wei approached, she flicked her handkerchief and winked at her, saying, "The Prince said he wants to try that soup from last time, and he asked Consort Su to prepare a bowl and send it over!"

Su Mowan stared at Granny Wei with a forced smile.

"Are you sure it was His Highness who wanted to try it, and not that you made the decision on your own?"

Granny Wei choked, then gave an awkward laugh.

"Please don't be offended, Consort Su. Although this old servant acted on his own last time, His Highness was ultimately pleased, wasn't he?"

Su Mowan snorted.

What's there to be happy about? I was just complaining about how bad her cooking was.

Granny Wei pressed on, acting like a pimp: "This time it is indeed the Prince's will! Please, Consort Su, rise up and personally prepare a bowl to send over. The Prince is eagerly waiting for it!"

"No, I've already taught Aunt Li in the kitchen how to make it. Granny, go and have Aunt Li make it. I'm tired and want to sleep."

After Su Mowan finished speaking, she prepared to lie down on the low couch.

Granny Wei, quick-witted and agile, grabbed her and said with a forced smile, "This won't do! How can what Aunt Li makes taste the same as what Consort Su makes herself? If the Prince finds out, he'll surely chop this old servant up!"

Is it really necessary? It's just a steamed egg custard.

Su Mowan pouted, "Alright, alright, Granny, please wait a quarter of an hour."

This time, Su Mowan specially added some vinegar.

I didn't mean anything by it; I just thought it tasted better after adding vinegar.

Granny Wei happily carried it away.

Su Mowan thought she could finally rest, but less than a quarter of an hour later, Granny Wei rushed in again.

"Consort Su! His Highness, His Highness requests your presence at Fenghua Palace!"

Su Mowan frowned.

Did they say what it was about?

"no!"

Granny Wei, leaning against the table and panting, said, "However, the Prince's complexion is rather unpleasant; it's really strange!"

Upon hearing that she looked unwell, Su Mowan had no choice but to get up and leave.

She arrived outside the study and called out. Murong Jing inside coldly told her to come in.

Su Mowan pushed open the door, and a strong sour smell hit her.

Looking at Murong Jing again, he did indeed have a very sour expression. The steamed egg custard on the table remained untouched, just as it had been.

Su Mowan looked somewhat bewildered as she met the cold gaze.

"Why is Your Highness unhappy? Is the taste bad?"

This woman is just jealous because she doesn't want him to go to brothels; is she subtly mocking him?

Murong Jing's handsome face was as cold as if it were covered with ice shards.

"I don't like jealousy!"

Su Mowan: "..."