Mrs. Yipin's Farmer's Wife

Chapter 142 The storm rises! (2)
"En." Liu Qiao replied with a smile.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoyan first suppressed her worries, and turned the topic back to the bean curd stick in Liu Qiao's hand, "Then you plan to sell this bean curd stick to Fortune Restaurant?"

Liu Qiao thought for a while, "I haven't figured it out yet, and I just figured out the method. There are still many things to improve. Mass production is still a bit difficult at present. I'll talk about it after I fiddle with it myself and get familiar with the way."

She doesn't need to search for sales channels, but only depends on how she chooses them. However, before making a choice, she must be familiar with the production process and make corresponding records, so that it can go smoothly when it is put into production in the future.

Lin Xiaoyan naturally had no objection, "Then you are busy, I will go out and pick the newly bought soybeans."

"Thank you for your hard work." Liu Qiao said.

Since the Hongyun Restaurant placed two big orders, the workshop has been buying soybeans one after another. She is busy with the yuba, and the soybean sprouts are basically handled by Lin Xiaoyan. Fortunately, Lin Gui has been helping these days. There was no rush.

"What's the hard work? I also earn money!" Lin Xiaoyan smiled, then turned around and went out. After going out, she heard a knock on the door. For the sake of confidentiality and safety, the door of the workshop is usually closed, but the village People probably knew that they wanted to keep it a secret, so few people came, and today her father said that he had entered the city for something, and he didn't come back at this hour. Lin Xiaoyan had a vague idea of ​​who it was. at the door.

"Brother Yi Family."

Yi Zhiyun's face was calm and slightly gloomy, "Where is Aqiao?"

"Aqiao was in the kitchen just now. If he wasn't there, he should be in the first room in the east wing." Lin Xiaoyan said, since Aqiao began working on the bean curd sticks, apart from a pot in the kitchen, even a room next to the kitchen has been destroyed. She has it available.

Yi Zhiyun raised his foot and walked in.

"Brother Yi Family!" Lin Xiaoyan called out to him.

Yi Zhiyun turned around.

"Brother Yi's family..." Lin Xiaoyan muttered for a while, then clenched her fists and said seriously: "I know you have something to do with Aqiao...Although I don't know what it is...but Aqiao has always been sensible. Brother...just let Aqiao...you talk to her, she will calm down."

Yi Zhiyun stared at her.

Lin Xiaoyan felt timid, "Brother Yi Family...Aqiao...Aqiao, she cares about you, if it wasn't for her, she wouldn't even smile these days... No matter whose fault it is, Brother Yi Family, you just treat it as a fault." Aqiao is young, let her go, if you continue to make trouble like this...it will hurt your feelings."

Yi Zhiyun still stared at her.

Lin Xiaoyan felt a chill down her spine, but she still clenched her hands, "Aqiao is in a good mood today...you tell her well..." Then, she turned around and went to sort out the new soybeans.

Yi Zhiyun lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then turned around and went to the place Lin Xiaoyan said. He first searched for the kitchen, but found no one, so he went to the East Wing, and Yi Zhiyun walked to the door of the house, which was the door of the house It was closed, but he still felt a heat oozing out. He frowned and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Who?"

Yi Zhiyun pursed his lips, "Me."

After a while, the door was opened, and a hotter air flow gushed out.

Yi Zhiyun looked at Liuqiao, who was blushing from being bored, and then glanced inside the room. Not only was there a kang burning inside, but there were also several stoves. Inside the room, there was a bamboo pole on the kang, and There are some strange things hanging around.

"What's wrong?" Liu Qiao asked.

Yi Zhiyun turned his gaze to her, "What are you doing?"

"Is it about you?"

Yi Zhiyun stared at her, "The room is so stuffy it will be stuffy!"

"What's the matter with you?" Liu Qiao asked again, the number of conversations they had these days can be counted.

Yi Zhiyun clenched his fists, "Someone is looking for you."

Liu Qiao frowned.

After Yi Zhiyun finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Liu Qiao felt as if he was bored with cotton. After a long while, he sneered, closed the door and left.

It was none other than Jun Shixuan's long follower, Uncle Hu, who came to look for Liu Qiao.

Seeing the person coming, Liu Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, not surprised, "But the Jundong family asked the uncle to come?"

"My surname is Hu, you can call me Uncle Hu." Uncle Hu said, he was not surprised that Liu Qiao met him, and frowned.

Liu Qiao nodded and called Uncle Hu, and then invited him into the house. He wanted to invite him to her room, but Yi Zhiyun stopped him, and Liu Qiao didn't object.

Her house was indeed out of place.

Uncle Hu naturally saw that something was wrong between the two of them. Although he didn't ask any questions, a stern light flashed in his eyes. After he sat down, he didn't go around and said in the future, "The black eggs you sent last time, Our master tasted it and thought it was good, but after a few years our old lady’s stomach was upset and she didn’t want to eat too bland porridge, so my boss asked someone to make the black egg into porridge for the old lady to eat, the old lady liked it very much.”

"Really?" Liu Qiao smiled, "As long as Dong Jun's family and the old lady like it."

When she sent preserved eggs last time, she also included instructions for use.

Of course, it was only said to be used for cooking porridge.

"It turns out that our boss shouldn't eat that food, it must look hard to swallow." Uncle Hu continued, his expression was flat, but his words were disgusting, "But my boss believes in you, so he asked someone to make it. Tasted it myself."

Liu Qiao smiled slightly, and asked, "Then Dong Jun's family asked Uncle Hu to come this time..."

"Our master has always been filial. Since the old lady likes it, our master wants to buy it." Uncle Hu said, "However, what our master wants is the secret recipe."

Liu Qiao frowned slightly, "Secret recipe?"

"That's right." Uncle Hu said, "Shouldn't this be the secret recipe handed down from your Yi family?"

Liu Qiao's eyes sank because of these words, "Even if it's not a secret recipe handed down from the ancestors, it's also carefully developed by us. Dong Jun's family asked for the secret recipe just now, isn't it a bit unnatural?"

Uncle Hu's eyes also sank, and his dissatisfaction gradually rose, "Liu... Mrs. Yi can't forget that you once said that you owed our boss."

Mrs. Na Yi's tone of words was obviously aggravated, clearly disdainful.

Instead of being angry, Liu Qiao smiled, "So Uncle Hu is here today to ask for a favor?"

"Although our boss is a businessman, we won't do such things as begging for favors!" Uncle Hu's voice sank, "Since it is not a secret recipe handed down from the ancestors, it is only natural to use it for trading. Mrs. Yi gave the things Isn’t it just to attract others by giving it to our boss? Now that our boss is interested, why should Mrs. Yi be so pushy?”

"A deal?" Liu Qiao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then how does Mr. Jun's family, who doesn't plan to ask for favors, want to make this deal with me?"

(End of this chapter)