MTLNOVEL Chapter 132 - 132 Soy Sauce Begins
Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Soy Sauce Begins
Fu Yunhe really wished he could slap himself for being duped by Yu Zeming’s “serious” demeanor so many times.
He still hadn’t learned his lesson!
Ah, his poor little heart, his chestnut chicken!
It hurt to even think about it.
“No, I must eat it quickly before Yu Zeling finds out how delicious it is and definitely comes back to steal it.”
Yu Zeming locked the door with the fastest speed he could muster, securing all three locks before heading inside to eat the chicken.
When he took a bite of the chestnut chicken, his heart ached even more.
He had given away so much.
On the other side, Yu Zeling brought the chestnut chicken back to the old family home, where he lived with his father, the poetry judge—Mr. Yu.
“I’m back, I’ve told your brother.”
“I’ve told him, he’ll handle it.”
Yu Zeling raised the insulated box in his hand and gave Mr. Yu a shake.
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Mr. Yu asked knowingly, “Another scam?”
“Mm, Xiaoming’s reaction has gotten quite a bit faster, he must have known the moment I boarded the Flying Device.”
“Ha Ha… You two have always been like this since you were young, never getting tired of it.”
Yu Zeling placed the chestnut chicken on the table and said, “I’m training his scam-defense thinking; there’s still room for improvement.”
“Are you eating?”
Mr. Yu put down the paper in his hand, which had Nian Shutong’s poetry on it. He’d been studying it over and over, feeling that there was still another part to it.
“Eat, even if your brother is slow to react, his mouth is sharp and shrewd.”
Yu Zeling opened the chestnut chicken, and the moment the fragrance wafted out, he regretted it a bit—he should have eaten it outside.
“You brat! Get the chopsticks!”
Mr. Yu immediately understood Yu Zeling’s little trick, but when Yu Zeling came back with the chopsticks,
“Dad, you are a respectable person after all; isn’t it a bit improper to sneak bites with your hands?”
“Nonsense! I washed my hands. And I’m eating fair and square.”
The two of them playfully bickered while they finished off the chestnut chicken.
They also acquired the store’s number and the live broadcast link—another two people had fallen into the trap.
That night passed quickly.
The next day, Nian Shutong began to prepare broad bean paste and soy sauce.
She started with the broad bean paste, which was slightly simpler.
Everyone in the small wooden house stayed, even the Wang family father and son who were supposed to go dry salt—they didn’t leave.
They had a batch of fine salt to sell today, and after selling it, they all stayed to help Nian Shutong make the sauces.
The first batch of fine salt sold was five hundred pounds at two hundred Star Coins per hundred grams, totaling five hundred thousand Star Coins.
When Nian Shutong calculated the price, she trembled a bit—she had finally seen the return on her investment.
After communicating with the Yan Family, they transferred half of the payment in advance, with the other half to be paid upon receiving the goods.
Nian Shutong wasn’t worried about the Yan Family defaulting on the payment; first, she would make it known that such behavior was wrong, and second, any business with such short-sightedness wouldn’t go far.
After the fine salt was sent off, the group, led by Nian Shutong, began to pound the sauce.
Each person had a stone pestle and pounded the parboiled soybeans in hollowed-out stones until they were thick and sticky.
With that step finished, it was time to shape the sauce blocks—turning the viscous soybeans into solid, upside-down truncated pyramids.
Not everyone could do this step.
The best at it turned out to be Fu Yunhe and Rubble.
But Ha Ha and Nian Shutong could only make a mess every time they tried, ending up with a pile of mush.
Just crumbles.
Nian Shutong decided to take Ha Ha and start on the soy sauce instead; humans should be self-aware—knowing it’s unfeasible yet attempting it anyway wasn’t smart.
After various steps such as sunning the beans, sprinkling coarse wheat flour, shadow-drying for mold, adding to brine, sunning the sauce, and turning it over, one would slowly get soy sauce.
Everything required time, required waiting.
And this wait lasted until the day the poetry contest results were announced.