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That's how the deal was settled.

Qiu Ling sent Ms. Tao to the gate of the community and the two separated.

Ms. Tao drove out of the villa area and took the exact opposite route from when she came.

She pedaled her bike for more than an hour and entered an alley full of old buildings.

Pushing open the solid iron door at the end, what comes into view is bamboo strips all over the ground and bamboo chips with a fresh fragrance blowing in the face.

"Sister Tao, you're back?" A young girl who looked less than 20 years old was sitting in the dam, shaving bamboo strips with a knife. The bamboo shavings piled up into a small hill, covering the back of her feet.

In this workshop, only newcomers will do the job of shaving bamboo strips. The purpose is to make newcomers familiar with the bamboo strips and avoid cutting their hands by the bamboo strips when doing handicrafts in the future.

But the young girl has been working in the workshop for 6 years, and there are no new people with more experience under her.

Ms. Tao nodded at her, "Where's the Master?"

The girl smiled sweetly, "She just got up, she should be in the office."

"These are the fruits I brought for everyone. You can take them and distribute them." Ms. Tao carried a large box in from the door.

The girl came closer and took a look. "Wow, grapes, honeydew melon..."

Ms. Tao trotted into the red brick house in front of her and pushed open a wooden door with familiarity.

"Master!"

The old man with gray hair and reading glasses, who was buried at the birch table and reading the morning paper, raised his head unhappily, "Are you trying to scare me to death? You little bitch, you came in without knocking!" After scolding, she took off her glasses and said unhappily, "What are you doing back here again? Aren't you busy running the company?"

Ms. Tao was already used to the Master's way of speaking. She came forward with a smile and said, "I want to ask the Master for a favor~"

"They say that teaching your apprentice a lesson will only make you starve to death. Why hasn't this happened to me?" The old man glanced at the pitiful Ms. Tao, and finally softened his tone, "Tell me, what can I do to help you?"

Ms. Tao diligently massaged the old man's shoulders and legs, without interrupting her words: "I have received an order to make 5000 large dragon lanterns. My company is short of staff, so I want to borrow some people from you, Master.

Of course it's not for free! I'll provide the materials and the place. The labor cost of making a big dragon lantern is 30 yuan, the same as the employees of my company. Master, can you please ask me if there are any senior sisters or junior sisters who are willing to help?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, "You're asking for help with nothing?"

"How can that be possible!" Ms. Tao said, "I bought some fresh fruit and also brought you some chestnut cakes."

Ms. Tao took the old man to the dining room. The fruits had already been washed and placed on plates. Everyone knew that the master liked chestnut cakes, so they were placed aside and not touched.

It was only 9:30, which was breakfast time for everyone, and the old man took the opportunity to talk about Ms. Tao's recruitment.

The fifty or so craftsmen present were grateful for what they had received. Putting aside all that, they were getting paid, so why wouldn’t they be happy? Everyone expressed their willingness to help.

With the help of senior and junior sisters, 34 dragon lanterns can be completed in just 5000 days!

Efficiency has more than doubled!

"Nowadays, people are looking for convenience and relying on mechanization. People like us who are good at handwork have been gradually forgotten." The old woman looked at her beloved disciples, and a deep sense of guilt appeared in her eyes. "In the past, I taught you to weave and make lanterns, hoping that you would have a skill to gain a foothold in society. Although we are women, we don't have to rely on anyone.

But now, although all the skills have been taught to you, society is gradually eliminating us...

I don't know whether it was right or wrong to take you as my apprentices? I taught you skills, but I couldn't let you make money to support your family with your skills."

Ms. Tao said firmly: "This is a social problem, not the master's problem. I believe that thousands of years of craftsmanship will not be forgotten so easily.

When my company becomes bigger and stronger, I will recruit all my senior sisters and junior sisters over here."

The old man patted Ms. Tao's hand lovingly and said, "Then I can die with my eyes closed."

"Pah, pah, pah! Master, may you live a hundred years! I will make money to honor you in the future."

"..."

Luo Xiaoyu sent a message saying that the package had arrived.

When Qiu Ling went to the post office to receive the goods, she found that the bottom of the carton was wet. She had to ask the post office staff for a nylon bag and borrow a pair of scissors to open the carton.

The leak was from a bottle of red liquid, and a sour smell filled the entire carton.

Qiu Ling took out the culprit and placed it aside, then spent money to buy two packs of paper from the store next door, and then picked out everything in the box.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that the thing that was leaking was the red and sour soup. This thing was packed in a mineral water bottle, and the leakage was probably caused by the bottle not being tightened when leaving the factory.

There are three types of red and sour soup here, and one of them is missing, so Qiu Ling directly passed it up.

In addition, a transparent sticky plastic bag stained with red sour soup liquid contained several bundles of dry rice noodles, two plastic cans of spicy crispy noodles, puffed potato chips, and a bottle of Litsea cubeba oil. A piece of paper attached to the bottle read: Must be added when cooking noodles!

A red exclamation mark is also used, which must be Luo Xiaoyu's overwhelming recommendation!

She put the cleaned items into nylon bags.

As for the bottle of leaking red sour soup, Qiu Ling threw it into the trash can along with the cardboard box that exuded a sour smell.

These Guizhou specialty foods, especially the red and sour soup, touched upon Qiu Ling's blind spot in cooking.

She could only contact Luo Xiaoyu first.

Luo Xiaoyu compiled several cooking tutorials and sent them to Qiu Ling via text message.

Red and sour soup is made from fermented fresh tomatoes. It has a sour and slightly spicy taste and is suitable for cooking rice noodles. Luo Xiaoyu thought of this and brought back a few bundles of dry rice noodles in a cardboard box.

It is also suitable for cooking sour soup hot pot, sour soup fish, sour soup noodles...the sauce is very useful.

In that case, why not just have some sour soup rice noodles for lunch today.

So on the way home, Qiu Ling went to the farmers' market again and bought a bunch of side dishes.

I used up both bottles of sour soup, which was just enough to cook two large pots.

Why not invite both Grandma Wang and Aunt Guihua's families to come along and taste the delicacies together?

Just do it!

Qiu Ling first greeted the two families and asked them not to cook at noon.

Then soak the dry rice noodles.

She went out to pick up some goods on the way.

By the time I put the pepper and sesame chicken and smoked fish on the shelf, it was already 1pm when I got home.

When she heard the door open next door, Aunt Guihua came in, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan.

"Oh my gosh, you're finally back!" Aunt Guihua looked like she had been hungry for a long time.

"Sorry, I encountered road construction on the way, so I took a detour for half an hour." Qiu Ling said as she pinched the noodles soaked in the basin. They were already soft, and were in the perfect state for cooking noodles.

"Tell me what to do and I'll help you." Aunt Guihua put her fan aside, rolled up her sleeves and was about to come to help.

Qiu Ling pointed at the minced meat she bought from the market and said, "Auntie, help me roll the meat into balls, and chop some ginger and green onions for me."

"okay!"

The kitchen was bustling with activity. When Grandma Wang saw the smoke from the kitchen, she came over with some fruit.

She wanted to come over to help, but Qiu Ling arranged for her to go outside and peel quail eggs with Uncle Wang.

All the dishes are ready.

Qiu Ling went to the woodshed and brought out two large casseroles.

First, add lard to a hot pan, add chopped green onion and ginger, stir-fry for a few seconds, directly add a whole bottle of red sour soup, stir-fry until fragrant, then pour in the chopped tomato pieces, stir-fry until the sand is removed, add water and bring to a boil, then add the marinated meatballs, cooked quail eggs, ham, bean sprouts, and shredded cabbage.

The casserole is bubbling and boiling, so add a handful of soaked rice noodles and green vegetables, and turn off the heat after they are cooked.

Taking into account that the taste of Litsea cubeba oil is quite strong and not everyone can get used to it, Qiu Ling did not add it when the food was served. Instead, she left it on the table for a while and anyone who liked it could just drop it into the bowl.

"It's time to eat!" Qiu Ling shouted outside.