"Auntie doesn't need to worry," Qin Xiangnuan thought for a moment, already having an idea in her mind, then continued to speak, "The scallion pancakes and the thousand-layer pancakes are not difficult to learn to begin with, and actually, just by watching a few times one could grasp them. As for the vegetables stuffed in the pancakes, every household can stir-fry them. However, as for the sauce, only our family has it—they won't know about it. Without that particular ingredient, a lot of the flavor will be missing. At the very least, they won't be able to make money off of that."
"But the scallion pancakes..."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Hua's face turned pale again, sheet-white, which was quite worrying.
"Don't worry, Aunt Hua," Qin Xiangnuan hurriedly consoled Aunt Hua, lest she become fixated on this and fall into despair.
