Farming space: the whole family crosses to escape the desert

Chapter 120 Let Manager Zhuang Taste It
"If Miss doesn't mind, I'll take my nephew with me. He's a hardworking man, he's familiar with this town, and he's honest and responsible. He won't sneak around."

"Well, you look at the salary, I believe in Zhuang Guanshi."

"Thank you for your trust, Miss, thank you, Miss."

"How is the furniture ordered?"

"I've given the drawings to the steward in the shop and asked them to make them, but the steward said he wants to see the lady. I don't know if the lady wants to meet?"

"See you, it's just in the afternoon. After you've finished your work at noon, come home to have lunch, and then come with me."

"Yes, ma'am."

In fact, Xie Xiaomi can probably guess the manager of the furniture store. Why she wants to meet her is probably because she took a fancy to her drawings. Just sell these drawings
At noon, Xie Xiaomi told Xie's mother that Guanshi Zhuang would come, and Xie's mother specially made a few dishes of the food she wanted to sell in the shop, and asked Guanshi Zhuang to help him give advice. After all, Guanshi Zhuang was born and raised in ancient times. Although the Qin family That's right, but it was difficult for the Qin family to even eat enough before, let alone tasted other things, so there is no way to compare whether these things are popular or not.

But Manager Zhuang is different, no matter what, he came from a wealthy family, so his vision is naturally different, which is why Xie's mother is so enthusiastic.
At noon, Guanshi Zhuang came to Xie's house on time and was invited to eat at the dining table. When he saw the table full of delicious and delicious things, he found that his previous knowledge was completely useless. Because he basically didn't know these things. He can roughly guess what a dish is made of by smell or appearance, but he can't guess what it's called.
"Steward Zhuang, these dishes are for our breakfast, please help us taste them and see if they will be popular."

Mother Xie pushed the tofu nao, rice balls, pies, and a tray with six small bowls of porridge in front of the manager.

"Are there so many??"

"Not much, not much, there is only this small bowl of everything, you taste how it tastes, is there any room for improvement, here is also chili oil, you can put this in the tofu brain, the taste will be better, you You can taste the original taste first, add a little more of this, and try it out.”

"Okay, I'll try it."

Although there are many kinds of dishes in front of Manager Zhuang, the portions are not large. They are all served in the kind of vinegar dish that looks like modern vinegar. The bowl of tofu nao is slightly larger, but it is still compared to the vinegar dish.
First, he ate a mouthful of the original tofu nao in front of him. Guanshi Zhuang tasted it carefully, then added the chili oil recommended by Xie's mother, scooped another spoonful, put it in his mouth, and tasted it very carefully. But the difference is that there are many fine beads of sweat on Guanshi Zhuang's forehead this time, probably from the heat.
"Ma'am, the original taste has a rich bean aroma and a tender taste, while the one with spicy oil has a slightly stronger taste, but it doesn't cover up the taste of the food itself. The two have different senses, but each has its own characteristics. This point, I’m afraid it depends on the preferences of the guests.”

"The manager of the village thinks this thing can be sold?"

"It's natural, ma'am, this thing tastes so good, why can't it be sold?"

Manager Zhuang has a gentle expression and sincere eyes. It can be seen that he is indeed expressing his true feelings.

(End of this chapter)