C23 Delivery Has Been Sent out

It seemed like her thoughts were manifesting into reality.

Just this evening, she had perfected her chicken hotpot recipe. Tomorrow, she planned to have Gold Tooth deliver the roast chicken to Hee Zhen, along with a small serving of her new dish.

It was the perfect opportunity for Hee Zhen to sample the flavor and gauge his reaction to the spiciness of the chicken hotpot.

Lin Ke'er's insightful words had a profound effect on Yang Zhiming. He looked at her with deep appreciation, "Ke'er, I'm grateful for your reminder."

Lin Ke'er felt genuinely pleased to be of assistance to Yang Zhiming, especially considering how much he had helped her over the past several days.

Flushed with modesty from Yang Zhiming's compliment, she bashfully lowered her head and whispered, "I merely pointed out what was clear. After all, it was Mr. Yang who created the chicken hotpot, giving me the chance to offer my suggestion."

Realizing the lateness of the hour and having finished all his instructions, Yang Zhiming led everyone out of the kitchen.

He addressed the group, "We've got another busy day at the roast chicken restaurant tomorrow. Let's all get some rest. I'll tidy up the kitchen before heading to bed myself."

Hearing this, everyone nodded and dispersed.

Bai Lang had something to discuss with Yang Zhiming, but it wasn't the right moment, and her concerns weren't pressing, so she simply gave him a look and walked away.

Lin Ke'er couldn't stand the thought of Yang Zhiming working by himself, so she volunteered to help clean up: "Big Brother, you must be exhausted. Let me take care of the cleaning. After all, tidying up the kitchen is traditionally a woman's job."

Yang Zhiming, weary from a long day's work, was glad for the offer of help.

His back sore and muscles aching, he raised an eyebrow at Lin Ke'er's comment and asked, "Who told you that?"

Startled by Yang Zhiming's stern tone, Lin Ke'er dropped the chopsticks into the sink with a clatter. "Mr. Yang, which statement are you referring to?"

As Yang Zhiming gathered the scattered chopsticks, he clarified, "I'm talking about the idea that 'cleaning the kitchen is something a woman should do'."

Lin Ke'er gently took the chopsticks from his hands and continued to wash them. "I've been told this by the adults around me since I was little. I used to help clean up in the kitchen when I was a child."

Yang Zhiming noticed Lin Ke'er's proficient movements and realized she must have repeated this task countless times.

He pitched in to help, saying, "I think there's something wrong with that saying."

Surprised by his comment, Lin Ke'er inquired, "Mr. Yang, what do you find wrong with that sentence?"

Setting down the cloth he was holding, Yang Zhiming looked into her eyes and earnestly explained, "Cleaning the kitchen isn't something women are inherently supposed to do. It's just that girls tend to be thorough and meticulous, which makes them well-suited for kitchen work. But really, no task is inherently someone's responsibility."

He had always admired Lin Ke'er's gentle and well-behaved nature, but in that moment, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.

Lin Ke'er listened, only half understanding his point; after all, no one had ever spoken to her about such things before.

Seeing the puzzled expression on Lin Ke'er's face, Yang Zhiming realized she hadn't fully grasped his meaning.

It seemed there was still a long road ahead to change this mindset. However, his current priority was to open his roast chicken restaurant and make more money. He planned to upgrade the Lin family's kitchen equipment as soon as possible to spare Lin Ke'er from the toil of kitchen work.

After tidying up the kitchen, they each returned to their own rooms.

Yang Zhiming was still brimming with energy, brainstorming ways to make a profit.

The variety of meats available on Mars was severely limited. So far, he knew the market only offered cloned chicken and cloned mutton.

His roast chicken restaurant was already working on processing chicken-based dishes.

Yet, he recognized that mutton also had a significant following. He just wasn't sure if the flavor of Martian mutton differed from that of Earth's.

Upon reflection, Yang Zhiming considered the large size of the mutton cuts. Selling them whole to individuals seemed impractical.

Moreover, I didn't know the current price of mutton. Speculating about it here was pointless.

I decided to call Hee Zhen for advice, as he was a well-known gourmet and would surely have the information at his fingertips.

But as I turned around, I realized I didn't have a photon computer, and Hee Zhen's number was saved on Lin Ke'er's device.

On Mars, a photon computer was as essential as a mobile phone had been during the Earth Era; one simply couldn't function without it.

Lying in bed, I pondered the earnings from the roast chicken restaurant over the past few days.

After accounting for the restaurant's daily expenses and employee wages, there was still a substantial amount left. This money couldn't be squandered; it was earmarked for repaying Lin Ke'er. Tomorrow, I'd ask her if she could spare some cash for me to buy a photon computer.

I couldn't help but sigh: despite being a bachelor, I was already living like a man who had to ask his "wife" for spending money.

Yet Lin Ke'er was always so accommodating that I knew she would agree to my request.

In that moment, I felt like I was living a life many Earth men could only dream of.

But such thoughts were just that—thoughts. My business was still in its infancy, and while Lin Ke'er was kind and gentle, perhaps her feelings were merely those of gratitude.

I shouldn't get ahead of myself.

After this bout of wishful thinking, I realized my life was rather bleak.

Unable to sleep, I turned on the light and began to jot down mutton recipes at my desk. Nighttime was ripe for creativity, and with my strong memory, I quickly filled several pages.

Finding a wife seemed a distant prospect, but creating delicious dishes from mutton to make money was well within my grasp.

I only got to sleep as dawn approached, but the thought of waking up to earn a living invigorated me.

The next morning, after freshening up, I headed out to roast chicken.

During this time, he was pleasantly surprised to see his younger brother keeping an eye on the fire. He then started preparing the chicken hotpot nearby.

Once the roast chicken was ready, he had also finished the chicken hotpot. He packed both items into a specially prepared bag, along with the instructions he had written for consumption.

Before Gold Tooth departed, Yang Zhiming couldn't help but express his concern, repeatedly cautioning, "Please, don't get into any trouble, especially not today. If you can deliver these items safely to Hee Zhen's place, then your pay for today will be doubled. Plus, when you return, I'll make you another chicken hotpot myself."

The delivery was crucial to the future of their roast chicken restaurant, so Yang Zhiming felt the need to be extra cautious.

Gold Tooth, growing weary of the repeated warnings, responded, "Alright, Mr. Yang, you've said enough. My ears are practically calloused from hearing it. Just trust me." With that, he hopped on his bike and took off before Yang Zhiming could say another word.

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