The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 69 Olive Oil

Tang Xin felt guilty when he saw him, and said awkwardly: "You still have the foresight, don't drive, really don't go back..."

The more she talked, the less confident she became.

In this day and age, the things she buys are not for serious people's households, but for idle households in the eyes of others.

"Is there anything else to buy? If you don't have enough money, I have some here."

He Yan looked at Tang Xin, who was guilty, and rubbed her hair, his eyes flickering fondly from time to time.

Tang Xin raised her eyes, looked at the congratulatory words with a soft face, and couldn't help but say, "You will make me develop a character that likes to spend money."

Even though she said that, she still pointed to the olive stand not far away and said, "I want that, but I have to ask the owner of this place if he can do it."

"it is good."

He Yan turned his head and walked towards the olive stand.

Tang Xin, on the other hand, ran to the oil store.

"Girl, do you want to buy anything?"

Although Tang Xin didn't buy much oil each time, all she bought were things he couldn't sell, so he was particularly enthusiastic about Tang Xin.

"Master, can you squeeze oil for others here?"

She was a little confused, what if she couldn't extract it here?
"Okay, do you want to squeeze the oil?"

The face of the oil store owner was full of smiles. Today was really a big deal. Not only did he buy several catties of oil, but he also had to squeeze the oil from him.

Tang Xin frowned and thought for a while before deciding to give it a try: "Yes, I'll write you the process of making it, and you can see if you have the confidence to squeeze it out."

"Ok, Ok."

Tang Xin didn't prepare pens and paper, but the owner of the oil shop did. He very consciously took out a ballpoint pen and a notebook with many words written on it.

She has also experienced this kind of era when a piece of paper has to be written all over the back, and there is nothing uncomfortable about it.

When she was writing about the production process, He Yan came over with a big bag of olives in her hand.

"How did you buy so much?"

Olive is a subtropical fruit, which is not common in China now.

When she passed by just now, she took a look at it. The olives had been out for too long, and they were probably sent by the fruit shop in the city center to sell them off.

But even if it was a sale, it was still very expensive. He bought so much...

"Aren't you going to squeeze the oil?"

He just heard her asking the owner of the oil store about the oil extraction, so he bought more.

Tang Xin was very moved by He Yan's unconditional support. She grabbed the hem of his clothes and tears filled her eyes.

When He Yan thought she would express something, she picked up the olive and put it in front of the oil shop owner: "Master, how much does it cost to squeeze a catty?"

The owner of the oil shop glanced at the production process, then at the olive in Tang Xin's hand, and stretched out a finger: "One hair, ordinary soybean oil is five cents a catty, but your difficulty is very high, and the production is cumbersome." , there is nothing that is worthless."

"Master, what you said is wrong. Although mine is cumbersome, there is no one around who knows how to make this. I wrote you the production process, which is equivalent to giving you the recipe. You are so unkind."

Tang Xin argued hard.

Who doesn't know his little bastard?
"From now on, only your family will have this olive oil in the entire market, the only one."

The owner of the oil shop was moved by Tang Xin's words. He glanced at the production process in his hand, finally gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, I'll give you five cents per catty, nothing less."

The main reason for his agreement is still unclear, and he is not sure how much oil can be squeezed out, and whether the oil can be squeezed out.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket~~~
　　


(End of this chapter)