After going out to breathe fresh air, I felt much better. The uncle and nephew looked at each other, feeling silly.
Fubao: "Hey hey hey."
Jiang Li: "Little fool."
Not to mention giving in too much.
The village at the foot of the mountain is quiet, surrounded by mountains, and the scenery is unique.
Fu Bao may not have been in such a natural environment for a long time, so she started running happily, and Jiang Li followed her with a smile, "Slow down."
When I arrived at a farmhouse, the fragrance of soybeans came from the yard.
Fu Bao moved his nose, ran to the door of the house curiously, and poked his little head to take a look.
I saw a man grinding in the yard, so hard that the tendons on his body exploded.
There is also a woman who looks like a peasant woman pouring soybeans into the mill. As soon as the soybeans are pushed out by the mill, they turn into yellow-white slurry and flow out, which is caught by the wooden barrel below the mill.
Fu Bao looked at the woman's face and said "Huh", which attracted the attention of the woman inside.
The woman who looked exactly like Xu Qingshan's sister-in-law, but slightly plumper, raised her face and asked, "Which girl?"
Fu Bao then opened the door generously and said, "Auntie, aren't you at Xu's house? When did you come here?"
The woman saw that Fu Bao was small, with two pigtails, bright eyes and white teeth, and was extremely cute, so she also laughed.
"Oh, that's my sister. We both married into Xujia Village. My sister and I are twins. I am your eldest aunt, and my sister is the eldest aunt."
She sighed as she spoke, "Master, please send some of this tofu to my sister later. She's having a hard time, and I'm afraid the man won't be able to hold on anymore."
The man was an honest man. He said "yes" when he heard this, and his men kept pushing the mill.
"Tofu?" Fu Bao bit his finger.
Jiang Li slowly chased after him, "Fubao, what are you looking at at the door of this house?"
Jiang Li also noticed the men and women milling around in the yard. Dashuang saw that there were also foreigners, and their clothes showed nobility, so he smiled sheepishly.
"Noble sir, it's okay. Your child is ice-snowy and cute. Would you like to come in and sit down and have a cup of soy milk?"
Fu Bao became greedy when he heard it, "Soy milk? Aunt Dashuang, what is soy milk? Fu Bao wants to drink it."
The little girl had already walked into the yard, but Jiang Li had no choice but to follow her.
Dashuang was hospitable and immediately washed his hands, "Hey, aunt, wait for my aunt to serve it to you!"
They had already made a pot of bean curd, and the soy milk was still hot in the pot. Two bowls of custard soy milk came out of the open bowl at Da Shuang's house. The fragrance of the beans was tangy.
Bringing them out together with an old bench, she handed the bowl to Jiang Li and Fu Bao with some embarrassment.
"My lord, it tastes like farmhouse food. Please drink it and see."
She was nervous and looking forward to it.
This is a craft she learned from her mother's family, but she doesn't know why the capital doesn't sell it.
In the past few days, she had been working with the boss to make some bean curd and go to the city to see if there was any market.
Da Shuang thought that such a noble person must be well-informed and able to tell a few things.
What if you think she did a good job?
The bowl was very hot, and Fu Bao was impatient. He smelled the aroma of soy milk and wanted to drink it, but Jiang Li stopped him.
Jiang Li held a bowl in each hand and blew it to cool down before taking a sip himself.
Although you must not have the intention to harm others, you must also have the intention to guard against others.
He couldn't just let Fu Bao drink someone else's food, not to mention that he had never seen anything called soy milk.
He took a sip and nodded under the expectant eyes of Aunt Dashuang and the greedy eyes of Fu Bao drooling.
“Silky and delicate, the texture is okay, but it has no taste.”
He is the boss behind Hongfu Tower, and he is also very talkative. I never thought that such a farmhouse could have such good things.
Aunt Dashuang laughed, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little embarrassed, "This soy milk has original flavor. Farmers can't afford sugar. If a wealthy family buys it, it would be nice to add some sugar to sweeten the mouth."
Jiang Li thought about it and savored the taste again, and felt that Aunt Dashuang's idea was indeed a good one.
It is unlikely that this thing will sell well in the capital.
Fu Bao made a fuss, "Uncle Eight! Where's mine! Where's mine! Fu Bao wants to drink too!" She couldn't wait any longer!
Jiang Li was so funny that he put the bowl to the little girl's lips and fed her, "You're the only one who has such a quick mouth."
Fu Bao was thirsty after running around for a while, so he drank more than half of the bowl before licking his mouth and touching his belly, "Let's buy more and go home and put some sugar in it to drink, uncle?"
The little breasted dumpling blinked, but Jiang Li couldn't bear to reject her.
"Aunt Dashuang, do you sell this soy milk?"
Dashuang smiled and said, "It's for sale! It's for sale! There's a jar for twenty cents!"
She ran in and came out with a clay pot. It looked like the size of a pickle jar. It was not as tall as Fubao, but it had a big belly and could hold it.
"This soy milk of yours is made from ground beans?"
"Yes, yes, dear guest, my beans are all good ones grown at home. It takes two kilograms of beans to grind to get one kilogram of bean curd. The soup after ordering the tofu curd is this soy milk. This soy milk must be boiled before you can drink it, otherwise
I have a stomachache."
Fu Bao started drooling again. Soy milk tastes good, but what is tofu pudding? Will it be delicious?
"Aunt Dashuang, what is bean curd? If Fu Bao wants to eat it, can it be..."
The small-breasted dumpling was like a greedy little cat, looking at her eagerly. Auntie Dashuang thought of her own girl and became very happy.
"Of course you can! Wait, Auntie Dashuang will serve you some."
Dashuang turned around and went into the house to serve bean curds, while her man did his work in silence.
Jiang Li scraped the bridge of Fu Bao's nose helplessly, and had already prepared broken silver in his hand, "You little greedy cat!"
[Ding, ask the host to do bean-related business.]
[Reward points 2000, wisdom value 200, luck value 200, strength value 200, blind box 1]
Fu Bao jumped up and said, "Uncle, let's go into business together with Aunt Dashuang!"
Jiang Li looked at Fu Bao in surprise, and then smiled.
In fact, he is also a businessman, and he was already interested in the soy milk when he saw it, but he knows how to express his emotions and anger.
I didn’t expect that my little milk baby, even at such an old age, would have such a keen sense of business.
He nodded, "OK."
Quite straightforward.
The "conspiracy" of the two uncles and nephews was not known to Aunt Dashuang. When Dashuang filled a bowl of white, soft and tender beancurds, they came out and were still steaming.
Fu Bao's eyes were stuck with the bean curd and he couldn't even tear it open.
This bean curd is bouncy, Fu Bao has never seen anything like this before, it looks delicious!
She gulped and swallowed.
"Dear guest, please try it."
Jiang Li gave Fu Bao another taste and made sure it was fine, then took a spoon and fed Fu Bao a mouthful.
The soft and slippery tofu pudding fell into the mouth and slid down the esophagus easily. Fu Bao's eyes were bright.