It was starting to feel a bit troublesome, though Qiong Xing did not say it aloud.
"Then why not offer a reward? I do not care about nobles, but among the customers who buy it, have them vote on which shop was the best, and decide a winner."
"You mean make them compete? The winning shop gets prestige, plus prize money… I see."
Rather than relying on amateurs who might receive harsh criticism, it would be better to ask proper shops for cooperation, and offer assistance for physical work so the shops would benefit as well.
"Of course, I think we should also consider the shops that lose. It might cost a bit at first, but if it becomes an annual event, both scale and expenses might become easier to manage."
He had never organized an event like this before, so he could not say for certain.
While talking and eating the jam-topped pound cake, Qiong Xing felt slightly full, so he left the rest to Albe, who happily finished everything.
"Can you drink alcohol, Your Excellency?"
