Ling Ran rolled his eyes. "Tell me, if I say I took Doraemon's time machine back to record this, will it cause a big uproar?"
"I guess the captain will chase you like crazy for the shuttle."
Ling Ran thought of the horror of the captain when he was obsessed with something, and shuddered, "I'd better put it on the computer!"
"That's fine, it depends on how you fool others."
When Jiankang saw the extra folder on the computer desktop, driven by curiosity, they clicked on a 20-minute video. Then they stopped doing their homework and ran upstairs to see their younger siblings. Binbin naturally followed them.
Yuanyuan raised her little head and watched the video again before slowly climbing up the stairs.
After seeing her three brothers each occupy a seat, she found Grandma Dong and said, "Grandma Dong, my younger brother and sister are so cute. Can I see them?"
Grandma Dong smiled so hard that her teeth were visible. "Of course you can. Come on, tell the brothers to leave. They've been looking at you for a long time."
The three brothers who were pushed away could only go downstairs to do their homework in frustration. Yuanyuan couldn't reach her, so her grandmother Dong took off her shoes and held her to sit next to her younger siblings.
"Grandma Dong, please talk to them!"
"Why?"
"When they talk, their mouths are round and pretty."
"How do you know?"
"It's in the computer."
After Dong Yunrong saw the video on the computer, she was very satisfied. "Not bad, son. Record one every day from now on. By the way, how did you record it? Where's the camera?"
"The ultra-thin camera is a new invention, not yet available. If you don't understand it, don't tell anyone."
Dong Yunrong nodded quickly. It was better for her to know less about confidential matters.
So, every afternoon, Dong Yunrong would send Aunt Wang away, saying, "Mrs. Wang, you've worked hard, go take a nap!"
She entertained the children with her mother-in-law, and even posed in front of the "ultra-thin camera" in her son's hand, and recorded a video while holding her grandchildren in her hands.
Zhou Xiang rolled her eyes when she heard Ling Ran's words to deceive her mother-in-law. "I'll see how you'll cover up your lie once this full-screen phone comes out."
"When all kinds of electrical appliances come on the market and dazzle people, my mother will be dizzy. Besides, she often pretends to be ignorant when she knows the truth. She lives more wisely than anyone else."
"Whatever! This lie can only be told to the two mothers. No one else, including Jiankangkang and the others."
"Of course I know this. The two mothers will never learn how to use a smartphone in their lifetime, so I dare to fool them like this."
Zhou Yu and Zhu Hang's daily income was the lowest among the dozen or so stalls. She was unwilling to accept this and shamelessly asked her sister for advice.
"What snacks are available in the food court?"
Zhou Yu began to count, "Liangpi, Malatang, BBQ, cold noodles, giant salamander, steamed dumplings, pan-fried buns, wontons, small knife noodles, beef soup pancakes, and then our wraps."
Initially, I considered that my brother-in-law couldn't cook and it would be difficult to prepare food on the spot. Now my second sister's cooking skills can handle it. "Why don't you make grilled tofu and sell it? It's not expensive and easy to learn."
After listening to his sister's description of how to make grilled tofu, Zhou Yu asked quietly, "Can I use that special ingredient we have at home?"
Zhou Xiang nodded, "Okay, but you have to dilute it twice, otherwise the cost won't be worth it."
Zhou Yu was overjoyed. The ingredients at home were prepared by his sister. "Okay! Thank you, sister. I will go and order a large iron plate and stove."
After Zhou Yu left, Ling Ran could only take the fruit given by his wife and resigned himself to processing the "ingredients". In the future, the usage rate of these ingredients would have to be increased.
Two days later, a new food was launched at the burrito stall in the food court: grilled tofu.
Tsk, who cares! I can buy a big block of tofu for one dollar, and who can't make it? Why would I come to you to eat grilled tofu?
It's just that, when these small golden tofu slices were brushed with broad bean paste on both sides, the smell changed. When they were sprinkled with cumin, the taste changed again. When they were sprinkled with chopped green onions, the taste changed again. When they were sprinkled with sesame seeds, the taste was completely different. However, it was not yet to the point of whetting one's appetite.
Then, the owner of the grilled tofu shop took out a plastic bottle with many needle holes on the bottle cap and sprayed a layer of liquid on the grilled tofu that was about to be taken out of the pot.
Oh my god, what is this smell? It’s too tempting. I can’t help it. I want to eat it. I want to eat this grilled tofu.
What? Only three slices for 50 cents? Buy it! I have to try it to see if it's worth it.
As soon as the special ingredients were sprinkled on it, the grilled tofu stall was immediately surrounded by people.
Zhou Yu smiled and said, "Please line up."
In a few seconds, the queue was formed. Soon, one iron plate was sold out, and then the next pot was grilled. The people in the queue did not move and just waited.
People who bought it endured the heat and ate it with slurps. As soon as the tofu entered their stomachs, they felt as if their limbs were warmed up.
It's worth it, too much, three pieces are not enough! I'll queue up to buy more.
When the people in the queue in front saw that those who had tried it were queuing again, they changed their minds about trying it. As soon as the pot came out, they immediately bought it for two or three dollars. They didn’t want to queue again.
The five pots of tofu were sold out, but the line was still long. Zhou Yu waved his hand and said, "Today's tofu is sold out. If you want to eat more, come back tomorrow."
What are you doing? Why aren't you selling it anymore? The tofu stall on the street still has some! If they don't have the ingredients, I'll go buy some for the boss.
Zhou Yu waved his hand. "It's a fixed amount. There's only so much every day. No matter how delicious the food is, you can't keep staring at it, right? When you've had enough, I can bake it and sell it. Will I lose money?"
How can I eat enough? I can’t eat enough!
"That's all for today's grilled tofu. If you're still hungry, you can have my burritos or try some of the other food stalls."
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