Bai Zhi'er, with her little head lowered, looked absolutely adorable.
Bai Daoyan looked at her again and again.
He just felt how lucky he was to have such a cute little sister.
Before long, Bai Zhi'er finished writing.
"Fourth Brother, look!"
Bai Daoyan took it from her.
He glanced at it, somewhat surprised: "Is this the recipe for roasted potatoes?"
Bai Zhi'er nodded: "This piece of paper, Brother, you take it back, have people copy it over a hundred times and that should be enough!"
"Then, have people distribute these papers, let those who sell roasted potatoes know, and that should be fine."
Bai Daoyan hesitated slightly but immediately understood.
He smiled and said, "Zhi'er, you truly are bright and clever, how much silver do you plan to sell this recipe for?"
"Sell?" Bai Zhi'er blinked her long, thick eyelashes, her soft little voice like milk: "I'm not selling it!"
