After making a plan, Zhao Qingrui started to have people prepare.
She planned to separate the tofu and snack shop from the bookstore. The snack shop only had a room of more than ten square meters, which was enough for cooking.
The people selling books on the other side will clean up after they find the right person.
Walking back, Zhao Qingrui began to think about what to make with tofu and what to prepare when the time comes.
In this era, food was cooked in tripods and pottery pots. The first choice was to directly cook vegetable and tofu soup, which was simple, quick and tasted good.
Let’s have some crucian carp and tofu soup, one meat and one vegetable, just right.
There are many ways to eat tofu, and it is very versatile. Let those people figure it out on their own when the time comes.
She also plans to move the stone mill into the store and have someone grind the tofu while selling it, so that she can spread the knowledge of how tofu is made.
The family's food, clothing and daily necessities are all excellent, even the servants' clothes are countless times better than those of ordinary people. Zhao Qingrui also has some idea of his family's situation.
Since you are not short of money, this tofu is equivalent to charity.
The store could just sell other snacks to make money. She knew a little bit about making snacks. In her previous life, she had watched many videos on how to make various delicious snacks, and she also tried making them herself.
After arriving in this world, she also passed on her skills to the cook.
I'll have to hire a few employees and let the cook take charge.
"Miss, are you dissatisfied with the store? If you are not satisfied, there are several other stores for you to choose from." Meng Yi said gently.
"I'm quite satisfied, Uncle Meng. Are you really letting me open such a good shop for fun? My father is really generous." Zhao Qingrui joked.
Even she couldn't help but marvel at her father's generosity. How careless he was! She was only seventeen years old and had never left Beidi County. She had no experience at all, yet her father was so confident in giving her the shop in a prime location.
"Master believes in Miss."
"What if it crashes and we have to lose money?" Zhao Qingrui raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not afraid of losing money. I'm not short of money." Meng Yi said seriously. The entire Qin Dynasty belongs to your Majesty. Although the national treasury is a little poor, your Majesty's private treasury is definitely not poor. No matter what Zhao Qingrui does, it doesn't matter.
The corners of Zhao Qingrui's mouth twitched, and he was confirmed that his father was indeed very rich.
After returning home, Zhao Qingrui started preparing without stopping.
She didn't consider opening a tofu workshop. Her goal was just to spread the word about tofu. If she wanted to make money, she had to be diligent.
Zhao Qingrui asked the housekeeper to prepare a job advertisement and post it in the store. She planned to recruit a few people who were skillful and then let the cook teach them how to make snacks.
It also needs packaging, and Zhao Qingrui immediately thought of Su Ling.
There are many Mohist people left in Xianyang now. I can ask them to help me make some oil paper. It only requires one more step and it is not troublesome.
As for cardboard boxes and the like, she is not considering it for now. It is too troublesome, so it is better to keep the packaging simple.
The housekeeper was very capable and brought the people over the next day. They all seemed honest.
After telling them the rules, I left them to the cook.
"Miss, what do you need so much paper for?" Chunxi asked in confusion.
"Of course it's to make money, go quickly." Zhao Qingrui pressed the dough in his hand. It was almost fermented. It was really not easy to make some fine white flour in Daqin.
Divide the dough into small pieces, roll them out thinly, put the leek and pork fillings prepared earlier on them, fold the dough in half, pinch the middle skin hard, and finally pinch the dumpling skins on both sides towards the middle.
The dumplings are round and look like small ingots, which makes them look very festive.
During this period of time, she has been nourishing her father and eating with him. She even feels that she seems to have gained a little weight.
So, she pulled the cook over and started making dumplings to change the taste.
I'll check Dad's physical condition later. If he's almost well, it's time to help him lose weight.
She also hoped to accomplish her great cause and let her father sit on the throne of emperor, but how could that be possible without a healthy body?
With the system in place and a stable tool to help me brush up my scores, it will no longer be a dream to make my dad live to be 200 years old.
"Are there any problems with the apprentices you are teaching?" While making dumplings, Zhao Qingrui asked the cook about how she was teaching her apprentices.
"No problem. Apart from preparing food for the master and the young lady, I don't have much to do every day. It's just right to have an apprentice here." The cook said hurriedly. She learned all her skills from Zhao Qingrui, and she was also a servant of the Zhao family. It was a great fortune for her master to treat her well.
It was just teaching a few apprentices, and she was happy with it.
"That's good." Zhao Qingrui nodded and stopped caring about it. He was very confident in the cook's work.
"By the way, for the next few days, my father should make lighter meals to nourish his body. No more heavy meat and fish. Cook more vegetables."
"Yes, miss." The cook responded seriously. Sometimes the lady's words were more effective than the master's, like now.
After arranging his father's next meal, Zhao Qingrui had almost finished wrapping the dumplings.
Ying Zheng, who was handling government affairs in Zhangtai Palace, sneezed, and Zhao Gao hurried over to express his concern.
"Your Majesty has caught a cold. I will call the imperial physician right away." During this period, his status in the majesty's heart gradually declined, and Zhao Gao had a strong sense of crisis.
"No, I'm fine." Ying Zheng shook his head. He was fine. He could feel his body recovering quickly. Even if he had to review dozens of kilograms of bamboo slips every day, it would be no problem.
However, with the popularization of paper, the bamboo slips used for memorials were replaced with white paper, which became much more convenient, although the workload did not decrease.
After taking a look at Zhao Gao, Ying Zheng looked away.
The situation at the Black Ice Platform had already been investigated thoroughly, and he was still alive and well. Although Zhao Gao had done some small moves behind his back, he didn't dare to go too far.
However, there were more problems with Hu Hai. He was having fun in the palace every day. He said he was studying hard, but in fact he was just playing around and even caused many deaths.
All these things were covered up by Zhao Gao. He didn't know about it before and just thought that the palace maids died accidentally.
Being able to do these things at such a young age made him believe Zhao Qingrui's words even more.
He was in a dilemma about how to deal with Hu Hai. If the punishment was too light, it would not work and he would feel unhappy. If it was too heavy, he would feel distressed because he was his own son.
His Majesty has left the palace again. Everyone in the harem is anxiously waiting for him. Seeing that His Majesty's health is getting better and better, but He no longer enters the harem, they are all very disappointed.
Ying Zheng didn't care what those people thought. No one could stop him from seeing his daughter.
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