Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran squatted down and continued to look at Song Chuan with a smile. He also knew that his little thoughts had been seen through.

"Mom, I was just thinking, those village chiefs gave us all the best corn, so how will they survive the winter? Will they be hungry?"

Song Tingran touched Song Chuan's face fondly, "I won't be hungry. Mother asked me just now. This year's harvest is better than usual. I will definitely be able to eat enough."

Song Chuan lowered his head, still feeling very disappointed. When he raised his eyes again, they were already red, and he threw himself into his arms.

"I heard from Aunt Qian Hui that those villages are so far away, and the corn they sent must have been carefully selected, but even if the best-selected corn is missing, then the rest must be... It’s even worse. Can they really have enough to eat?”

Song Tingran was speechless when asked. To be honest, she could not confirm that any poor place could not improve in a few months.

"Chuan, it will get better. With seeds and farming secrets, if it doesn't work this year, it will get better next year. If you make a little progress every year, you will have enough food and an empty stomach. It doesn't mean that your heart is not warm. As long as It’s a good direction and a warm new year.”

There was a smile on Song Chuan's face, and he kissed her, "I know, my father told me that he also grew up hungry, and now he's getting better."

"Well, yes, it will get better and better."

Song Tingran always felt more sorry for Song Chuan. This child usually seldom talked and did not fight or grab. He was thoughtful, sensible and forward-looking, and he thought a lot.

"Mom, you are the best mother, and Chuan loves you the most."

"My little mouth is so sweet today. From now on, you can tell me once a day that you like your mother the most, okay?"

"Okay..." Song Chuan expressed a little shyly, "Mom, do you know why I like you the most?"

Song Tingran shook her head. She was still looking forward to Song Chuan's answer. This child was always unexpected.

"Because you are my mother. No matter what you look like, I will always like you the most. There is no reason."

The two hugged tightly again, and then Song Tingran picked up Song Chuan and walked to the dining room before putting him down.

When the other cubs saw it, they also clamored for a hug. Song Tingran hugged them one by one based on the principle of keeping a bowl of water level.

Song Chuan sat calmly and looked at the scene in front of him, "Mother, come on."

This breakfast, Song Tingran ate half a piece of cake more than usual. It was the first time that he consumed so much early in the morning, as if he was carrying a barbell on an empty stomach. It was all consumed.

When we arrived at the Song Family Restaurant, it was already much later than the previous two days.

Cai Yun: "My boss, the shopkeeper, I thought you wouldn't come today."

Song Tingran: "I'm here. I'm delayed by something at home. How is the store?"

"Look, these are all people!"

Compared to the previous two days, business is still as good today, but there will be no discounts tomorrow, and I don’t know if there will be so many people.

When Wen Li arrived, he was busy helping Zhu Qing and the others to sign the second agreement. Cai Yun also reported that the soy milk and black sesame paste sold in the store were better than the porridge, mainly in other stores. There are no such tricks.

Song Tingran thought of a good idea to make money again, so he immediately went to the counter and began to write down the ingredients of various soy milk drinks. Taking advantage of this momentum, he launched more models.

The first is the classic soy milk. The main ingredients are soybeans, peanuts, millet, and glutinous rice. Grind them into powder, sift and boil. This is what is available in restaurants now.

How to make classic soy milk

Then there is rice, red dates and soy milk. Song Tingran muttered while writing: "Soybeans, red dates, rice...it has a rich taste, just add more red dates."

How to make rice, red dates and soy milk

Qiao Jinshu came over, looked at these, and said: "My wife, I haven't drunk red date soy milk yet. I'll finish writing in a while. Can you make me a cup to try?"

Song Tingran raised the tip of her brush and hit him on the head, "Okay, okay, but we have to do it together."

"That's no problem. I can help you write it. Come on, give it to me. You tell me and I'll write it, my wife."

Song Tingran handed the brush to Qiao Jinshu, sat on the stool, and spoke word by word, and he wrote seriously.

"Mung bean soy milk requires mung beans, barley, soybeans, plus sugar..."

How to make mung bean milk

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"Master Wife, I'm tired of writing. Why don't I just do this first? Otherwise, I think the distinguished guests won't be able to drink." Qiao Jinshu didn't want to write anymore. He wasn't tired, he was in a hurry to drink.

The two came to the back kitchen. There was a stone mill in the backyard attached to the back kitchen. The kids heard that there would be good food to drink, so they all came to help.

"Which one to do? You choose, Jinshu."

"Well, I want this, this, and this."

"Well...you can't finish the drink, otherwise..."

The Zaizai immediately circled around Song Tingran, clamoring to finish the drink and finish the drink.

It won't work if I don't do it now.

Pulling the stone mill manually was a bit laborious. The restaurant didn't have cattle or donkeys, so Qiao Jinshu volunteered to pull the stone mill. He didn't feel tired.

After a while, Xiao Yuchen came over, not knowing what everyone was doing specifically, "Jinshu, where are you exercising?"

Qiao Jinshu stopped and began to breathe a little. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Second brother, I'm making soy milk, walnut soy milk."

How to make walnut soy milk

"Oh..." Xiao Yuchen didn't expect the stone mill to be related to walnuts.

Qiao Jinshu continued. Song Tingran could see that he was a little tired, so he took the opportunity to ask him to rest. The powder was enough to make several servings. It was enough for each person to take a sip.

Song Tingran was making it, and soon the rich aroma of walnuts came out. It was really simple, it was just the waste of the stone mill.

"I am willing to use part of my pocket money to buy a cow for the restaurant."

"I happen to have this plan. Since you said it, you can pay for it." Song Tingran said mischievously.

Qiao Jinshu acted like a rogue and hugged Song Tingran from behind, regardless of whether there were children present.

"My wife, you know how to bully me. If you don't give me the first sip of this walnut soy milk, I will be really unhappy."

"Oh, let go, the children are here, let's drink for you, let's drink for you."

The Zaizai all pretended to cover their eyes, and everyone was laughing from ear to ear, but in fact there were gaps in their eyes.

Qiao Jinshu took the first sip as he wished, "It smells so good. I want to make more. I want to try the red dates again."

Walnut soy milk

With that said, he went to continue pulling the stone mill. Only here did Xiao Yuchen learn about the relationship between the stone mill and soy milk, and hurried over to help. Together, the two of them became faster.

Song Tingran handed this list about soy milk to Cai Yun, and she immediately thoughtfully put it on the menu.

Then, Song Tingran, Zhu Qing and the other six explained that the new type of soy milk was the same as the classic soy milk, but the materials were changed, and they understood immediately.