Wine Fragrance Pretty Nongfei

Chapter 591 Who Will Sell Tofu?
Feng Yang, who originally wanted to watch a good show from the sidelines, felt bored for a while.

Lin Xiaoxi was delighted to see Feng Yang's deflated appearance, and Luo Yu also despised him for a while.

No matter how annoying Feng Yang thinks this Lin Shuiyou is not pleasing to his eyes!

He thought he was deliberately expressing himself in front of Lin Xiaoxi.

In fact, Feng Yang really judged a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain, and Lin Shuiyou's mind was very simple.

He is a person who likes to study very much. He only knew how to make wine before, and he had no chance to get in touch with other things.

Now that he is suddenly asked to make something new, the enthusiasm is naturally extraordinary.

Maybe Feng Yang didn't take what Lin Xiaoxi said, but Lin Shuiyou listened very seriously, and asked her why from time to time.

So in the next few days, although the four of them worked together most of the time, it was basically Lin Xiaoxi and Lin Shuiyou who were discussing and discussing.

Or Lin Xiaoxi was recording various data, and then Lin Shuiyou reported various situations to her at any time.

Both Feng Yang and Luo Yu are playing tricks...

At the beginning, Feng Yang and Luo Yu were actually a little concerned about Lin Shuiyou, and they even murmured in private whether they should give Lin Shuiyou a wink.

But later, when he looked at Lin Shuiyou and Lin Xiaoxi, there was only admiration and respect in his eyes. If he wanted to say fiery eyes, it might as well be more enthusiastic than his eyes when he looked at the pot of hot soybean milk.

Just let it go.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that they were too careful before.

In fact, in all aspects, Lin Shuiyou and their master are so different, there is no comparison at all.

In addition, people like Zhong Xiaoli were rejected by his grandmother.

Not to mention Lin Shuiyou...

After he was relieved here, he also began to invest in Lin Xiaoxi's tofu research and development.

……

The first time I added too much brine...

The second time the gypsum water was added less...

When the soy milk was boiled three times, too much water was added...

The stone used to press the tofu for the fourth time was too heavy, and the tofu was broken into dregs...

……

After pondering over and over again, I am not very satisfied with what I make every time.

Together with Lin Xiaoxi, they improved bit by bit and recorded bit by bit.

After a month, I finally made two plates of tofu that I was quite satisfied with: one plate was firm and tough northern tofu, and the other was soft and smooth like jade southern tofu.

All four of them were as excited as children that day.

Especially Lin Shuiyou, who looked at Tofu in a daze and couldn't stop laughing and giggling.

He couldn't believe that in his life, besides making wine, he could also make tofu?

But he also knew that all of this was due to Lin Xiaoxi's persistence.

Otherwise, even if he has the spirit of not admitting defeat like him, he will not be able to hold on after failing again and again...

The satisfactory tofu has been made, but the next question arises: how to sell it?
None of them could be like the tofu sellers in the village, pushing carts and carrying burdens, walking around villages and alleys to yell.

"Then I'll sell tofu!"

Unexpectedly, Lin Shuiyou took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the streets to sell tofu.

It really surprised Feng Yang and Luo Yu.

"You? Are you able to carry the load or push the car? You can go, and then you can't take me with you..."

Feng Yang looked at Lin Shuiyou's small body, and patted him on the shoulder, with disbelief and displeasure all over his face.

The matter of grinding the mill has not been settled with him yet.

At the beginning, it was a joy to push, but later Jing followed the fourth grandma to sell well, and in the end, the job of pushing the mill fell on her own head.

(End of this chapter)