Li Mancang and the others also came.
"Mom, I can smell the aroma from far away. Are we really making American chicken at home?" The third child took a chicken fillet and threw it into his mouth. "Delicious! Delicious! So delicious!"
The third child had never eaten American chicken, but he thought the chicken fillets were delicious.
"Oh my God, Xiaoyu, are you making instant noodles?" The third brother looked at the instant noodles fried by Xiaoyu in disbelief.
"Wu Zhiqiu brand instant noodles, third brother, do you want to try it?" Xiaoyu smiled mischievously.
"Mom, are we really going to open a food factory?" The third child widened his eyes. In just half a day, his mother made instant noodles and American chicken. Why not open a factory to celebrate?
Li Xingguo also widened his eyes. Is this something that his family can make?
"Try it first. It's not as chewy and durable as the instant noodles you buy." Wu Zhiqiu talked about the shortcomings of homemade instant noodles.
"That's because we don't have that many food additives." Manman felt that they had done a great job.
Li Xingguo quickly took a bowl and scooped some, then tasted it. "It tastes better than the ones sold here, but the noodles aren't as chewy, and they feel a bit doughy in my mouth."
"Xiaoyu, this is really delicious, even better than the ones you buy. The soup is fresh and the noodles are smooth. You guys are amazing. If big brother doesn't like it, don't eat it." The third brother slurped up a bowl, and this person also commented on it.
Li Xingguo... Lao Santian can defeat him.
He ate another piece of fried chicken and said, "Mom, it's almost the same as American chicken. You are really good."
The third brother… “Just flatters.”
Li Xingguo...no matter what I do, it's wrong, right?
Li Mancang gave Fenglan a chicken wing and ate a few chicken strips himself. "Old woman, how can you cook this? You can open a stall with this skill."
"The taste is not quite right, not that fragrant. Try this one fried with steamed buns. Which one tastes better?" Wu Zhiqiu handed the one fried with steamed bun crumbs to Li Mancang.
Li Mancang chewed it and said, "It's still as fragrant as that one. This one is also crispy, but not as crispy as that one."
Wu Zhiqiu fried the remaining chicken for dinner and gave each person a bowl of instant chicken soup noodles.
"Mom, how is this fried chicken made? It would be great if it could be mass-produced." Li Xingguo ate the fried chicken and thought, although the taste is not as good as American chicken, the price is definitely much lower, which is an advantage.
"My mother worked so hard to research it, why should I tell you for nothing? If you want to know, spend money to buy the formula." The third brother immediately stopped Wu Zhiqiu from speaking.
"Mom, he's just an office worker. Whether the factory makes money or not, it's not in his pocket. Don't tell him. Otherwise, sis, you can open a fried chicken shop." The third child insisted that Li Xingguo should not be allowed to take advantage of the family.
Li Xingguo...
"This fried chicken will only be crispy if it's freshly fried. The finished product cannot be mass-produced, but the semi-finished product can be." Wu Zhiqiu ignored the third brother. Their family was so busy. Even if they had eight heads, they couldn't do so much.
Li Xingguo's eyes lit up. "Mom, how do you say semi-finished product?"
"Semi-finished products are those coated with batter but not fried. You can buy them and fry them yourself, but they need to be frozen, so people who buy them must have a refrigerator at home." Thinking about it this way, the cost seemed quite high, and Wu Zhiqiu felt that it did not meet the current market demand.
"Unless your factory can open a restaurant like American Chicken, otherwise this will be of no use to you," the third brother said something pertinent. In fact, Li Xingguo was a newly appointed deputy director and didn't understand the situation in the factory. No matter how good the advice was, it would be useless. I wonder if he would take the blame for others or bear the brunt of the consequences.
This was unpleasant to hear, so the third brother stopped talking.
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