??Chapter 706: 698. Worse than a bean_1
Chapter 706: 698. Worse than a bean_1
“Definitely!” Wu Lan exclaid with certainty.
Aunt Lianhua was overjoyed.
Even though she saw the delivery trucks carrying at to the mountain every day, it was only after eating at Tantan’s house for several months that she truly understood what good taste was!
If she were to switch to eating on the mountain, no matter how impressive the chef, she would be reluctant to leave.
anwhile, Zhang Yanping wandered around, finding everyone busy and feeling quite out of place. Therefore, he took the initiative to start a conversation:
“Auntie, where’s Tantan?”
Wu Lan glanced at him, “Tantan is still in the kitchen cooking beans.”
Zhang Yanping rembered this and quickly went to the kitchen to check—
Wow! Such a big triple pot, brimming with beans bubbling and foaming as they tumbled around.
Looking at the big iron bucket nearby, heaps of cooked beans had already been scooped out—indicating that it would take several batches to cook two hundred pounds of beans!
There his dear cousin was, stirring with a spoon and concurrently asking Seventh Uncle:
“Is this the right firmness?”
Seventh Uncle’s unfeeling iron hand pinched a bean from the spoon; it took so force to crush—satisfied, he nodded his head:
“Take it off the heat, cover the pot. Once we’ve dealt with the earlier batches, these will almost be ready.” By that ti, the texture would soften a bit, yet retain a slight firmness, perfect for making bean paste with a great texture.
Seeing Zhang Yanping standing at the doorway, Seventh Uncle was even more kindly, “Yanping, how’s your rest going?”
Zhang Yanping hesitated instantly—should he say good or bad?
At that mont, he could only give a perfunctory smile, and then he looked at Song Tan:
“Tantan, didn’t we finish making Ai Tiao this morning? There should be so extra ones, right?”
“There should be.” Song Tan thought about it: they made quite a few Ai Tiao this morning, over fifty in total. Twenty of those were taken to Doctor Guo’s clinic to treat the villagers with moxibustion—
After all, with Ai Tiao that long and thick, one certainly couldn’t use up a whole one at a ti.
The remaining thirty were left at ho for their own moxibustion…
Zhang Yanping, however, was asking her, “I just looked at Qiaoqiao’s background data, and those who have been tipping him all seem to be insomnia sufferers.”
“I’m thinking, should we have Qiaoqiao do a separate livestream? Give the top three contributors two Ai Tiao each.”
He pulled up a backstage screenshot to show Song Tan:
“Look, the top three, each has tipped more than five thousand.”
And their IDs are pretty interesting—
[I Really Want to Sleep Another Five Hundred Years]
[Awake at Five in the Morning on Monday]
[Is It a Cri to Sleep Just Three Hours?]
Hiss…
Even Song Tan, who didn’t need much sleep, felt their pain just from their IDs.
After thinking for a mont, “Okay, let’s give one each.”
It was really because making Ai Rong was too tedious and painful as it involved both rolling and pounding, and she wasn’t willing to make more. As a result, Ai Tiao seed very precious.
However, it seems there’s nothing at ho that isn’t precious.
“Do ask Doctor Guo in passing, which acupoints can be used to treat insomnia? Let Qiaoqiao host a simple live session and talk about using Ai Tiao as fan benefits.”
Last ti that MCN agency talked about attracting and retaining fans, giving out benefits to fans and such… It actually makes sense.
With that thought, she had another idea.
“At the end of the year, during the live broadcast for giving gifts, let’s give the top three a pound of our soybean paste!”
Zhang Yanping: …
What can I say? It’s generous, but there seems to be sothing not quite right.
And…
“What was the na of that MCN agency you ntioned last ti? I’ll check out what their strears do. They have quite a few tricks up their sleeves, and we should learn from them.”
“Indeed.” Song Tan agreed wholeheartedly, “Everything they said made a lot of sense.”
But the MCN agency used to drawing big pies was crying in the bathroom.
Zhang Yanping had accomplished another task, which finally put his mind at ease—wasn’t intellectual work still work? He definitely wasn’t just loafing around!
At this mont, he felt very satisfied: “Then I’ll go ask right now!”
This way, it shouldn’t seem like he wasn’t moving a muscle, right?
Wu Lan, who was arranging the winnowing basket, glanced at him and thought to herself that the young man finally beca impatient! There, Doctor Guo had just ntioned it in the morning, and by the afternoon, he had already thought of an excuse to see people.
On the other side, Song Tan was just about to agree when she saw Wang Xiaoshun coming down from the mountain, calling out to her,
“Song Tan, my master said to buy another two hundred pounds of soybeans tomorrow. He’s planning to make waterlon sauce and leave it in the canteen on the mountain afterwards.”
How should I put it? With Master Qian here, he and Seventh Uncle always seed to be in an invisible competition with each other—no matter how different the ingredients were, each tried to show the other their vast range of culinary skills.
The result was—a bunch of freeloaders at ho couldn’t be happier!
Wang Xiaoshun, studying under Seventh Uncle, had learned quite a few wild vegetable dishes. Now, working with Master Qian, he was particularly considerate in making suggestions:
“There’s no rush with the waterlon, wait until you’re done with the soybean paste before you buy it.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw Zhang Yanping, who was obviously idle, standing under the corridor. He couldn’t help but laugh,
“Perfect timing, Zhang Yanping. Didn’t the doctor say you should move around more? Why don’t you help my master on the mountain tomorrow?”
Zhang Yanping instantly wanted to refuse, but then he saw Song Tan looking at him with anticipation, “Yeah, Brother Yanping, there’s nothing to do tomorrow. Lend a hand; two hundred pounds is a lot lighter than today’s workload.”
Zhang Yanping: … Is it too late to say that his arms are still trembling?
Before he could recover from this lancholy, he saw Song Tan glance at Seventh Uncle,
“Why not cook five hundred pounds more beans?”
“If we make five hundred pounds of soybean paste and the sa amount of waterlon sauce…”
Seventh Uncle did so calculations, “Five hundred pounds of soybeans should yield about two thousand pounds of soybean paste. As for the waterlon sauce… should be around three thousand pounds! You’ll need to buy several more big ceramic jars first.”
“Buy! I’ll go buy them first thing tomorrow morning!” Song Tan was full of anticipation.
Oh dear, how much should a pound of sauce be sold for? Making it is so labor-intensive, much more than a simple beef with green pepper sauce, and it keeps for so long… Would 100 be too cheap?
Seventh Uncle chuckled, “What’s the rush? The dried chilies we have in stock are just enough for making this batch of sauce. We’ll take our ti with those five hundred pounds later on; otherwise, we won’t be able to catch up with the peppers and garlic growing in the fields.”
“That works too!” Song Tan wasn’t in a hurry for a day or two. She said casually, “Fine, later on, Brother Yanping can lend you a hand.”
Zhang Yanping:…
Doesn’t anybody care about ?
I just finished five hundred pounds, and there’s another two hundred added from the mountain. Not to ntion, the sporadic tasks Seventh Uncle has every day will definitely fall on !
He thought sowhat despairingly,
At this pace, doesn’t it an I’ll have to work every day? Carrying beans, washing beans, boiling beans, drying beans…
It’s supposed to be sumr vacation, so why is my life worse than that of the beans?
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