Qian Duoduo glanced at Qian Mao, who was pretending to be calm, but the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide.
Qian Mao put down his chopsticks and drank a large glass of water. He felt the burning sensation in his mouth subside a little. He looked at Qian Duoduo, who was mixing Mapo Tofu with rice, and realized that this dish could be eaten in this way.
He said, "This Mapo Tofu tastes really good."
Qian Duoduo said, "Third Brother, what do you think about us using this dish as a bargaining chip to get the state-run restaurant to cooperate with our tofu shop?"
Qian Mao said, "These days, state-run restaurants basically only serve tofu with scallions. This dish is red and spicy, I don't know if it will work?"
Qian Duoduo said, "How about I go to the commune tomorrow and do some cooking for them?"
Qian Mao and Qian Sheng looked at each other, and finally Qian Mao said, "Dad, I think it's okay. Whether it tastes good or not, whether you want to eat it or not, you can try it. Anyway, I've never seen this dish in a state-run restaurant."
Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up, and he said, "Oh, Dad, why don't we go to the county and the commune and let them all try it? Let's see if we can cooperate with the tofu workshop in the village."
Qian Mao smiled as he looked into Qian Duoduo's bright eyes. It was hard not to spoil such a little sister. He relaxed his hands behind his back, looking quite satisfied, and said, "I've already talked to the commune. When you go there, just look for Chef Liu at the commune's restaurant. His real name is Liu Haiqiao, and he's chubby!"
Qian Sheng nodded: "Okay, Duoduo will go with us tomorrow. Qian Xiang and Accountant Li should also go with us."
Qian Duoduo nodded, somewhat looking forward to tomorrow's itinerary.
Early the next morning, Zhang the tofu maker, along with Zhang Chunmei and several villagers, carried out the finished tofu. Qian Duoduo, seeing them carrying the tofu like that, asked, "When we changed vehicles to get to the commune, didn't this tofu get all loose?"
Zhang the tofu maker thought, "That makes sense!" But how can this be done?
Qian Duoduo asked, "When you make tofu, don't you have that square frame? You hold it in place for now, and then bring it back when we come back."
Zhang the tofu maker immediately nodded: "My niece is right!"
A quick-thinking person immediately ran back, carried out the tofu basket, and Zhang the tofu maker personally put the tofu back in.
As expected of someone who has been making tofu for many years, his technique is truly superb. Not a single piece was damaged. After he finished, Qian Duoduo immediately gave him a thumbs up in praise!
Zhang the tofu maker is quite proud of this!
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