Wen Haiping and his wife returned home, put Xiaoying to bed, and then the two sat by the bed and started to calculate.

"That lady said if we sell rabbit heads, she would provide the broth and all raw materials. We just need to set up a stall directly at Night Market Street every day."

The woman asked, "Did you remember how much profit she said?"

"Each rabbit head is 18 Yuan; she said if you factor in the costs of the broth, red oil, rabbit head, and all sorts of other ingredients, the cost for us to get the goods is almost 16 Yuan!"

"What? That’s so expensive?"

Coming from a rural person’s perspective.

In the woman’s mind, rabbit heads themselves aren’t worth much. It seems like if you buy one directly, it’s only seven or eight Yuan, yet it costs 16 Yuan before reaching us?

Cheng Xiuli’s initial worries weren’t without reason. She’s been in this business for many years and has seen this kind of situation often.

At first, the formula taught to customers is good, and the business does well. But some customers reduce the materials in the formula to expand their profits, and some use cheaper raw materials as substitutes.

This leads to the business getting worse and worse, until even basic survival is unsustainable. At that point, some customers come to the company to cause trouble, asking for a refund of their initial training fee.

So, for this type of snack that requires high technical content and a fine combination of raw materials, Cheng Xiuli was more inclined to have the company provide the raw materials directly.

Wen Haiping tapped his wife, "Silly, don’t you think the company has to make a profit?"

Seeing his wife still looking the same, Wen Haiping patiently explained, "We make two Yuan profit on one rabbit head, and if we sell five hundred today, we make a thousand Yuan in pure profit! And it’s not even enough for demand. If we work harder, making two thousand Yuan a day isn’t a problem!"

A family stall making only three or four hundred a day is basically losing money, given that it involves two living, breathing middle-aged laborers.

About a thousand a day is acceptable, with a monthly net profit of twenty or thirty thousand.

Upon hearing this, the expression on the woman’s face finally softened, and she began to calculate inwardly.

At this rate, with some saving, in three to five years, they might have a down payment saved up.

"If that’s the case, I think it’s doable! Don’t they have other projects? What do you think about those?"

Wen Haiping said, "I thought about it on the way back. Whether it’s tofu pudding or those meat slices, none are as simple and convenient as rabbit heads. Since we’re new to this business, we’d better start with the simplest one!"

The woman clenched her fist, "Alright, I’ll listen to you! How much was the franchise fee again?"

Providing raw materials was just part of Cheng Xiuli’s company’s income; there was also an additional franchise fee.

"They said it costs 30,000 Yuan, and if we’re short on cash, they can offer a monthly payment plan. We pay them two thousand Yuan a month, and it’s paid off in a year and a half. If we quit midway, we don’t have to pay the remainder."

"I think that’s pretty good. Let’s go with monthly payments."

After thinking it over, the two felt they could really do this business because despite working outside, the two of them together barely made ten thousand Yuan a month.

Plus, being away from home, expenses were inevitably higher, but back home, they wouldn’t need to rent, and utility bills would be much less, and most importantly, they could spend time with their daughter every day.

...

Early the next morning.

Chen Mo made a serving of Fuding Meat Slices in the kitchen for breakfast.

"Does adding sugar really make it tastier?"

Looking at the clear meat slices and soup base, Chen Mo hesitated, "Can adding sugar to meat really taste good?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

With hesitation, he scooped a spoonful of sugar into the soup and stirred it well.

Then he picked up a slice of meat and put it in his mouth.

"Hey?"

To his surprise, the taste was indeed different, with an indescribable flavor.

There was no change in texture; the meat slices remained exceptionally tender, springy, and smooth, just with a unique taste.

"What sort of customers do I have, inventing flavors like this on their own."

While eating the meat slices, Chen Mo boiled two tea eggs for himself. After a simple breakfast, he started pondering today’s snack.

This was already the fourth day in Dongyang, and the side quest remained untouched, but Chen Mo wasn’t in a rush.

This task was somewhat unreasonable; even if it couldn’t be completed, Chen Mo felt he had already done his best.

If it weren’t for finding Yingzi and the other kids pitiful, he wouldn’t have casually handed the methods and recipes of these few snacks to Cheng Xiuli.

After washing up, Chen Mo walked out of the RV and was about to enter the food truck to try out today’s new snack when Cheng Xiuli suddenly appeared beside him.

"Hey Boss Chen, do you really eat and live in the RV every day?"

"Yeah, it’s quite comfortable living in here, not worse than a hotel."

It was true. If it was just Chen Mo staying, the RV transformed into a 120-square-meter large room, with all kinds of facilities available. It might not be as luxurious as a five-star hotel, but it was more comfortable than an ordinary house.

"I really envy you. When can I live such a carefree life?"

"Heh, I’m not sure you’d actually enjoy such a life if you really got to live it."

Cheng Xiuli laughed awkwardly twice.

Indeed, this kind of life sounds wonderful, but if it means just wandering around in a RV every day, setting up stalls to earn money when you run out, and continuing to wander, eat, and drink when you have money, Cheng Xiuli really couldn’t live that way.