Song Chen's beverage is mainly made of pure natural fruit juice, with only a little sugar and preservatives added to prolong the drink's shelf life.
He named this juice "Little Deer Juice" himself, but he hasn't told Lin Lu yet, as he wants to give her a surprise when the time comes.
The painting on the bottle was designed by Boss Chen, whom Gu Yun introduced to him, and asked students from the design institute to do so. It was a picture of a cute little deer in the forest, drinking a beverage with its head held high.
At first, Song Chen thought it was too damn abstract, but the more he looked at it, the more beautiful it became, so he decided to keep it.
The bottles were customized by a manufacturer, and they only needed to produce juice cans.
When Song Chen demonstrated earlier, he filled six bottles and drank one himself to try the taste.
The apples and the machine have been cleaned in advance, and the juice produced has no strange taste.
According to Song Chen's taste, he thinks this sweetness is acceptable.
Song Zidong was quick and grabbed a bottle to drink. After finishing it, he sighed, "Freshly squeezed is the best."
Then he was curious: "Uncle, such a simple thing, you actually spent two months in the city to learn it? What did you learn?"
He felt that he could learn it in just a few minutes. Was there any need to study for so long?
Song Chen rolled his eyes at the man.
Preparing water, mixing sugar water, the proportions of preservatives such as sodium benzoate and potassium sorbate, etc. are all things you learn naturally, right?
There are still many things to do like saving and packing, but I am too lazy to tell this person.
After watching them operate once, Song Chen started the next step of training.
Everyone doesn't need to learn much, he masters the core technology, and they just need to do it according to his requirements.
After staying in this factory for an entire afternoon, Song Chen discovered that he was not really suited to staying in this factory for a long time.
Because the machine makes a lot of noise when it starts up, and his ears can't tolerate him staying in such an environment for too long.
So, he decided to let Song Zidong take charge of this place and he would go back to the brick factory.
His eyes moved to Song Zidong.
Song Zidong hugged his body: "Uncle, what do you want to do."
Song Chen: "Do you understand what I just said?"
The silly boy Song Zidong thought his uncle was testing him.
"I know how to do it. Do you want me to show you how to do it?"
Song Chen shook his head: "Then you will be responsible for helping me manage this place from now on."
Song Zidong was surprised: "But didn't you let me manage the brick factory?"
He was quite happy because the work here was clean and hygienic, and he no longer had to get dirty and dusty every day like before.
Song Chen made the final decision: "I'll take care of the brick factory. You just focus on taking care of things here. I'll take you to discuss business in a few days."
Song Zidong couldn't believe it and kept screaming. Is his uncle going to start teaching him some skills?
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but widen, and he promised: "Okay, uncle, I will definitely take care of it."
Song Chen: "Next month a big boss will come here to discuss cooperation with us. Go buy a suit for formal occasions."
Song Zidong was even happier: "Okay."
Business that requires wearing a suit must be very high-end, and he will be a successful person in the future.
Song Chen clapped his hands and said, "That's it for today. Everyone go back and have a good rest. We'll start measuring tomorrow."
"Okay, Director, we'll be leaving first."
Although there are several large fans installed on the factory line, it is still a bit hot, and the slightly thicker factory uniform makes it even hotter.
"Director, Auntie, Dongzi, we're leaving first."
After finishing the work here, the three of them decided not to stay here and went home to eat.
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When Song Chen and his friend returned home, Lin Lu was already cooking. She had to go to class in the evening and had to eat early.
"I'm back."
Song Chen: "Well, are you cooking?"
Lin Lu said proudly, "You're in for a treat tonight. Let me show you my cooking skills."
Li Xianglian washed her hands, rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen to help: "What do you want to eat?"
Lin Lu: "How about spicy chicken?"
Li Xianglian: "Okay, Xiaobei likes chicken too."
Song Chen stopped her: "Mom, you've been busy all afternoon today, let me help."
Lin Lu didn't want anyone: "You all take a rest, I'll do it today."
Li Xianglian usually cooks at home, and Song Chen will also make something delicious for everyone when he has time. Lin Lu rarely cooks.
Because her skills were very unstable, it seemed that she was never the one to help out at home.
I hope I can perform better than usual today.
There was no way Song Chen would leave. In a short while, he was already next to Lin Lu, peeling garlic for her.
Lin Lu knew that he couldn't convince this person, so he just ignored it.
Song Chen smelled the aroma coming out of the pot and judged her performance today.
"Looks like today is a delicious day."
Lin Lu stir-fried the food with a spatula: "Would you like to try it?"
Song Chen crushed the garlic cloves and cut them into small pieces. "Eat it if it's cooked. Are you trying to murder your husband?"
Lin Lu: "No, there's still half an hour left."
"What else do you want me to do?"
Lin Lu was not polite. "I heard it's delicious with potatoes. Why don't you pick two potatoes, peel them and cut them up?"
Song Chen took two potatoes from under the table, washed them, and peeled them. "Should I cut them into larger or smaller pieces?"
"This big." Lin Lu gestured.
It is not tiring for men and women to work together, and it doesn’t take much time to cook a few dishes.
The food was served on the table just as Lin Jingbei walked in with his left foot.
"You came back quite on time." Song Chen wiped his left hand on his apron. If you didn't know, you would think he had exerted a lot of strength.
Lin Jingbei: "I came back after class."
After cooking these dishes, Lin Lu didn't have much time left. She had to eat before Lin Changchun came back. This time was an hour earlier than usual.
Song Chen: "Don't worry, I'll take you there on my bike after we finish eating."
Lin Lu also agreed.
I took the bowls and let the people at home eat first.
Song Chen set a trap for his eldest son: "Try this spicy chicken."
Nor does it say who did it.
Lin Jingbei took a piece of chicken with chopsticks and nodded: "It's delicious. Is this made by my mother?"
"How did you find out by eating it?" Song Chen was surprised.
Lin Jingbei flatters well: "It tastes better than what you cook."
Lin Lu couldn't help but feel proud.
Song Chen: Haha, next time your mom cooks something bad, you’ll be responsible for eating it all, you little brat.
"Then you should eat more." I couldn't help but say sarcastically.
Lin Jingbei: "Thank you, Dad."
The other party rejected your sarcasm.
Li Xianglian didn't hear it either, and said cheerfully, "Yes, Xiaobei, don't you like eating chicken? Eat more, you are too thin."
As long as boys of this grade don’t eat and drink too much and have an explosive appetite, most of them are actually on the thin side.
"Nana, you should eat more too."
Forest deer eat relatively little and are full with just one bowl of rice every night.
Song Chen also put down his bowl. Lin Lu wanted him to finish his meal before leaving, but he said, "I'll take you there first, and come back to eat later."
Very competent boss Song.
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