Gu Yuanshui was considered the smartest of the brothers, and he had been mulling over this very problem for the past few days.
"Let's wait a bit longer. With our current setup, it's useless to think about these things now.
I asked Seventh before. We can hire people to help with manual labor, like moving and carrying things, but the critical steps, like adding the brine, can only be handled by us brothers.
If we get too busy, we can just stop and rest for a few days.
The longer we keep this recipe a secret, the more Silver Taels we can earn."
"That's why Seventh specifically told us not to say a word, even if Mom and Dad ask." Gu Yuanhuo now had complete faith in Ancient Wen Heng. 'He must have his reasons for saying so.'
"Heh, Seventh is guarding against Dad," Gu Yuanshui said, lifting another sheet of tofu skin. "Don't forget how biased Dad used to be, always wanting to give the best of everything to the youngest.
