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Greg Jensen became anxious when he heard this, feeling that he had not spoken correctly and had bumbled his way into a mess, “It’s not what you’re thinking, I…”

He wanted to explain, but didn’t know how to begin, since the Dual Cultivation matter was definitely not something he could tell a second person.

He let out a long sigh, “Let’s be honest, I indeed want to sleep with you, but it’s not what you’re thinking.

Moreover, if you sleep with me a few times, not only will I give you the Dragon fish, but I can also improve your inn’s business.”

Lois Abbott was taken aback again, then she said disdainfully, “Do you think I’m that cheap? That I would sleep with you just for a few pounds of Dragon fish?

And what could you possibly do to improve our inn’s business?”

Greg Jensen said firmly, “Since I dared to make such a statement, naturally I have the means to do it.”

Lois Abbott snorted coldly, “Then show me what you can do. If you truly can improve the business of our inn, I will sleep with you for one night!”

Greg Jensen immediately smiled when he heard this, thinking to himself that once he slept with her the first time, there would definitely be a second time.

When he heard that the Reverie Inn was struggling to stay afloat, he felt his opportunity had come. If he could make the inn’s business take off, maybe Lois Abbott would agree to his request.

He hadn’t expected her to agree so readily.

“Do you mean what you say?”

Without hesitation, Lois Abbott said, “Of course I mean it!”

She genuinely did not believe that Greg Jensen, this country bumpkin, could improve the inn’s business.

“Alright, then remember your words! I’m going to show you something right now!” Greg Jensen said as he entered the courtyard.

Although Lois Abbott was skeptical, seeing his confidence, she still followed him. She had to see what he was capable of.

Greg Jensen had been considering how to make the Reverie Inn’s business thrive.

When he was doing Alchemy just before, he finally had an idea.

The main business of the Reverie Inn was food service, and if there were a few dishes that were especially tasty, then the business would surely improve.

In the “Yin-Yang Harmony Sutra,” there were hundreds of medicinal cuisines with various effects, and just one of those dishes, he reckoned, would be enough to make people flock to them.

So now, Greg Jensen was going to cook a dish for Lois Abbott, to let her witness his capabilities.

When Lois Abbott saw Greg Jensen catch a chicken, she immediately scoffed, “You’re not going to cook a dish for me, are you?”

Greg Jensen offered a faint smile, “Congratulations, you guessed it right.”

Lois Abbott snorted coldly, “How na?ve are you? Do you really think a single dish can boost our inn’s business?”

“You’ll know once you’ve tried it.”

With that, Greg Jensen stopped paying her any attention and started cooking with focus.

What he was preparing was a ‘Golden Soup Deluxe Chicken,’ which not only beautified and nourished the skin but also replenished blood and boosted energy, along with dispelling dampness, chasing away the cold, regulating menstruation, and resolving blood stasis, among many other benefits.

Most crucially, this medicinal cuisine was extremely delicious, and if anyone felt lethargic or had caught a cold, after drinking it, they would recover swiftly — the effect was immediate.

More than an hour later, as it was nearly dark, the Golden Soup Deluxe Chicken was finally ready.

Lois Abbott had long been waiting impatiently. Had it not been for the enticing smell, she wouldn’t have waited until now.

“Let me tell you, even if this chicken soup is exceptionally delicious, it’s unlikely that just one tasty dish could significantly enhance the inn’s business.”

Greg Jensen ladled a bowl of the golden, oily chicken soup and placed it in front of her, “Try it first.”

Lois Abbott, already enticed by the tempting aroma, didn’t refuse and took a spoonful.

The chicken soup was rich golden in color, with a thin film of oil on the surface, emitting a strange and alluring fragrance that made one’s mouth water.

Lois Abbott took a spoonful and the moment it entered her mouth, she experienced an incomparable taste of deliciousness that simply couldn’t be described in words.

“This is way too delicious!”

Lois Abbott was thrilled, and although she had sensed the delicious aroma earlier and expected the soup to be tasty, she never imagined it could be this delectably exquisite!

She scooped up her second spoonful, and as it slid down her throat, the rich and fragrant flavors burst forth, followed by a warm sensation that seemed to open all the pores in her body, as if unlocking a hundred thousand tiny gates.

“It’s so delicious! It’s really, really delicious!!”

Eager to savor more, Lois picked up the bowl and finished off the remaining chicken soup in one go.

A great sense of happiness filled her heart, and her body was enveloped in warmth, as if she were immersed in a hot spring, reaching an ultimate state of comfort!

Seeing Lois enjoy it so much, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but smile and scooped up a bowl for himself.

He was prepared to be impressed, but the exquisite taste still astonished him.

This chicken soup was truly the best he had ever had in his lifetime.

After finishing it, Lois couldn’t wait to serve herself another bowl, this time taking her time to savor the different layers of flavor.

She tried a piece of chicken, which was lustrously tender and perfectly cooked, yet light in taste, without a trace of medicinal herbs.

Both the soup and the meat were culinary masterpieces!

Lois had five bowls in a row, eating until her belly swelled. Reluctantly, she put down her spoon and chopsticks.

Greg, with a grin, asked, “What do you think? Do you believe this dish could turn the fortunes of your hotel around?”

Lois had an answer in her heart, but remembering her earlier words, she stubbornly replied:

“Although this chicken soup is indeed delicious, one dish alone will hardly be enough to revive the hotel’s business.”

Greg smiled faintly, “What if I had dozens of such dishes? Each dish as delicious as this one, and each with its own remarkable benefits.

Take the Deer Penis Invigorating Soup, for instance; it can revitalize a man’s vigor, empowering him to indulge luxuriously through the night!

Then there’s Phoenix Brain, which can boost memory and alleviate symptoms of dementia…”

Hearing these dishes, Lois could no longer object. In truth, having the Golden Broth Treasure Chicken alone could enhance the hotel’s business, and with proper promotion, it could even bring it back to life.

But she still couldn’t bring herself to admit it, considering what she had previously said.

Now, faced with the possibility of acquiring an array of uniquely beneficial dishes, and after having tasted the Golden Broth Treasure Chicken, she found herself unable to argue any longer.

Seeing that she remained silent, Greg said, “If you’re willing to share a bed with me, I’ll teach you a recipe.

You’re in the hotel business, so you understand the value of these dishes. With these culinary delights, who could possibly compete with your hotel?”

Lois’s heart was swayed. Greg was right; just the Golden Broth Treasure Chicken held immense commercial value, not to mention the other varied dishes.

Her cheeks reddened as she considered his proposition, inwardly deciding she could share his bed just once and learn the Golden Broth Treasure Chicken recipe.

If she did any more than that, what would she be? A prostitute?

“Are you serious?”

“Of course, I’m serious. As long as you’re willing, I will definitely help you improve the business,” Greg assured her confidently.

Lois was still hesitant, but thinking of her father bedridden with a serious illness, the pressing bank, suppliers threatening to cut off her supply, and the equally despicable Brandon Brent, she clenched her teeth and said:

“Fine, I agree! But if you dare deceive me, I… I won’t let you off, even in death!”

Greg was overjoyed, as Lois finally agreed. “Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t deceive you!”

Lois huffed, her emotions still a whirlwind, “Then teach me now.”

Greg laughed, “Do you think that’s possible? Just like you don’t trust me, I don’t fully trust you either.

What can I do if, after learning the recipe, you stop paying attention to me?”

Lois frowned, “Then what do you propose?”

“Share a bed with me now,” Greg said shockingly.