Zheng Ruqian started calculating; he had to ensure that, even with the cost of ice, the lychees would still be profitable.
Instead of going through all that trouble, we've invested our money wisely.
“Ice isn’t cheap,” Jiang Sheng muttered. “It takes a thousand taels of ice to transport lychees for twenty days.”
None of the children spoke; they were engrossed in their calculations.
Zhang Xianglian felt sorry for him and looked longingly at the head chef.
“Hey, hey, hey, you can’t calculate ice like that.” The head chef quickly stepped forward. “The same block of ice melts at different rates depending on whether it’s in a carriage or in a cellar.”
Especially since the amount of ice is so large, the melting is almost imperceptible.
Zheng Ruqian suddenly realized what was happening and his face lit up with excitement.
If enough ice can preserve lychees, then he could buy all the lychees the Liao family had for a month and sell them in September, making a sure profit.
Now only one question remains.
If lychees are frozen solid and then thawed, will they still taste good?
"Why melt it?" the head chef asked curiously. "Can't we just eat lychee ice directly? It's best to remove the pit, and garnish it with some osmanthus honey, cheese cubes, or other things. As long as it tastes good, people will still appreciate it."
As expected of the head chef of a grand restaurant, he broke the children's puzzle with just a few casual words.
Zheng Ruqian's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to ask Wang Xiaosong to arrange ice, buy osmanthus honey cheese cubes, and so on.
Zhang Xianglian was grateful and said, "Brother Kong is really resourceful; he even came up with such a unique approach."
"Oh, no, no." The head chef blushed visibly. "I once made a lychee banquet at Youranju. One of the dishes was to pit lychees, fill them with osmanthus honey, freeze them, and then serve them."
Unfortunately, Madam Jiang, who was attending the banquet, had poor teeth, so the lychee ice was given to the servants after it softened.
The head chef regretted it for a long time, but then he realized that not everyone has lychees and ice, so he put the dish out of his mind.
"I just happened to remember today." He suddenly became serious. "Xianglian, I can only provide the recipe, but I can't guarantee whether anyone will buy it or whether it will sell."
At this point, you can tell whether someone is sincere or not.
The head chef could have chosen not to say that and continued to enjoy the feeling of Zhang Xianglian flattering him.
But for the sake of his conscience and the integrity in his bones, he decided to tell the truth, even if it meant being turned away.
"I understand, Brother Kong." Zhang Xianglian's heart stirred slightly. "No matter what, I have to thank you."
The head chef was finally relieved.
After everyone waited for a while, Zheng Ruqian brought over a plate of lychee shaved ice.
Due to the time constraints, it wasn't frozen solid, but it still had an icy texture. One bite was refreshing and delightful, with the fragrant but not overly sweet osmanthus honey inside, creating a unique flavor.
It's also delicious with cheese cubes; it has a different texture.
There were also ones with apples, pears, and even a piece of meat inside. Because they were so bizarre, only Jiang Sheng was willing to try them.
Then she vomited.
"It seems we can't put meat in," Xu Mo concluded. "Apples and pears are just so-so, cheese cubes taste the best, and osmanthus honey is second best."
Now only one question remains.
"Would anyone like to buy this lychee shaved ice?"
I thought I'd have to think about it for a while, but Zheng Ruqian said decisively, "Yes, I will. Trust me."
Beneath the white noodles workshop was a cellar filled with ice, enough to store thousands of kilograms of lychees.
Now, it's their turn to make a move.
"Let's go, let's collect the lychees from the Liao family!"
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