An Qingbai picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks.
"Dad, please try some."
Zhuang Xingzhou ate it from his son-in-law's hand.
"Wow, this is delicious! Is this a mushroom? It's so smooth."
Zhuang Zhimeng nodded.
"This is ginseng monkey head mushroom, a new variety we plan to launch."
"That's great, it's sure to sell well."
An Qingbai ladled another spoonful of soup for his father-in-law.
"Dad, please try this chicken soup again."
Zhuang Xingzhou blew on it and drank it.
"It tastes good, very fresh, and has a hint of ginseng flavor."
"Haha, look, I had Abo add a small piece of ginseng to it."
"No wonder, Xiao Bai, give me another bowl, it's so delicious."
An Qingbai served his father-in-law a small bowl.
"We're about to eat, and there are many dishes made with monkey head mushrooms."
Zhuang Xingzhou held the soup and sipped it slowly with relish.
When he turned around, good heavens, his whole family had arrived.
"Don't steal my soup!"
Others may laugh, but they are still secretly eager to try.
Hao Caiyun took it and drank a sip.
"It's delicious, this soup is mine."
Zhuang Xingzhou smacked his lips twice.
"I should have drunk it faster."
Everyone in the family laughed.
An Qingbai turned off the fire.
"Alright, let's eat."
Suddenly, eight or nine hands reached out at the same time and took away the dishes and soup.
The couple couldn't help but laugh.
When the two of them arrived at the restaurant, not a single drop of soup was left.
Of course, the elders still remembered to pour them both a bowl.
Shi Meiling first picked up a piece of the monkey head mushroom dish with her chopsticks.
"This monkey head mushroom tastes quite different from the ones we eat in Northeast China."
It tastes so much better; it feels like eating meat.
Zhuang Zhimeng smiled.
"I planted monkey head mushrooms together with ginseng, and that's how the monkey head mushrooms developed this flavor."
In the future, I plan to target these mushrooms directly to the high-end market.
Of course, we can have it anytime we want.
Tang Zuye couldn't wait to ask.
"Yaya, is there no low-end market at all?"
"No, we'll start with the high-end market and then introduce affordable mushrooms later."
"That's fine, we won't lose any market."
By the way, what are we going to use to participate in next year's Canton Fair?
"I'm hesitant right now. Our food is so good that I don't really want to give it to foreigners."
Why do they eat our food, use our things, and still complain that we're poor?
An Qingbai did have an idea.
"Wife, Uncle, what do you think about bringing our park patrol car over for a demonstration? Would that be a good idea?"
Zhuang Zhimeng was delighted.
"Haha, that's a good idea, let's arrange patrol cars."
Tang Zuye was also very satisfied.
"Haha, yes, that's the arrangement."
Zhuang Ruoting shook her head and smiled.
"Don't get your hopes up too high. We need to prepare at least one product; just cars definitely won't be enough."
But it's good that the car was sold in the end.
Zhuang Xingzhou stopped them from continuing their conversation.
"Hurry up and eat, the dining table is practically your office."
"Speaking of patrol cars, we're planning to buy a few from you."
Hao Caiyun tapped on the table.
"Hey, you're planning to join too?"
We all eat, but talking about work while eating affects digestion.
The whole family burst into laughter.
An Qingbai was about to drink his soup when he suddenly noticed that Fatty was staring at his bowl.
"What? Haven't you had enough to drink?"
"Yes, Dad, I want to drink more."
Zhuang Zhimeng prepared to pour some for Pangpang.
Fatty blocked the bowl with both hands.
"Mom, I'll just drink Dad's soup. Ladies should drink more soup."
Zhuang Zhimeng smiled as she looked at her lover.
An Qingbai picked up the soup and took a sip.
"Oh, so you mean men shouldn't drink?"
"Fatty, you're a man too, you shouldn't drink anymore."
"Hehe, Dad, I'm still growing."
"Oh, so I'm about to start twitching, right?"
Fatty couldn't argue anymore, so he asked his brothers for help.
As a result, the little ones quickly lowered their heads and drank their soup.
An Qingbai laughed heartily and still poured some for his son.
Fatty then smiled and carefully drank the soup, afraid of spilling a single drop.
Zhuang Zhimeng shared some more from her own bowl with the little ones.
"You can eat more monkey head mushrooms, they are very nutritious."
The little ones are doing well; they've eaten quite a lot and aren't even feeling stuffed.
This is also a characteristic of ginseng lion's mane mushroom.
In the morning, after Zhuang Zhimeng woke up, she went into the warehouse to take a look.
The inoculum has been completed, and a total of 20,000 inoculum bags have been processed.
Zhuang Zhimeng and An Qingbai plan to build four more greenhouses for mushrooms.
These mushroom bags should be enough.
"Honey, is the fence finished today?"
"Yes, Uncle Leping said it should be better around today."
"Alright, let's go take a look. It's about time that the primitive humans built the mushroom greenhouse."
"Uncle Leping and the others won't come to see us, will they?"
"Probably not, the wall blocks the view."
"Oh, honey, I have to go to Dad's today to talk about his plan to buy a patrol car."
"Then let's go over there this afternoon to set up the mushroom greenhouse."
"Okay, we can finish talking in a morning."
An Qingbai dropped his wife off at the industrial park and then went to the steel plant.
Zhuang Zhimeng had just sat down in the office.
Su Mengmeng then knocked on the door.
"Boss, I'll ask Xiazi for half a day off."
"What's wrong with Xiazi?"
"This is because Yueyue's parents were called in."
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