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Lin Fan poured the pure soy milk from the wooden bucket into the large iron pot of Tiangongfang and lit the firewood underneath.

The flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the soy milk quickly began to boil, with a thick layer of white foam rising to the surface.

Lin Fan used a wooden spoon to skim off the foam and continued to simmer over low heat.

Until the soy milk is fully cooked, a layer of slightly yellow oil skin forms on the surface, and the rich aroma of soybeans instantly fills the air.

Lin Fan scooped up a little with a spoon and tasted it.

It has a silky smooth texture, a rich bean aroma, and a hint of natural sweetness. There is no beany taste at all, and the quality is even better than the ones he made by hand before.

He poured the soy milk into several large stainless steel insulated containers and sealed them tightly.

Then I went to the vegetable section, picked a dozen fresh white radishes, chopped two large Chinese cabbages, and put them all into a bamboo basket.

The thought stirred again.

He took these items back to the small storeroom.

I opened the door; it was three in the afternoon. The snow had stopped, and faint sunlight streamed into the hall through the window.

Su Xiaoxiao was sitting behind the bar, typing on her laptop keyboard, checking the order list for tomorrow's plum juice.

Tuan Tuan lay on the sofa next to her, hugging the orange cat and falling asleep. She was covered with a thin blanket and her breathing was even.

Lin Fan carried the thermos full of soy milk into the hall and placed it on the worktable.

"Brother Lin, are you done with your work?" Su Xiaoxiao looked up and asked in a low voice, afraid of waking Tuantuan.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but twitch her nose twice, and her eyes instantly lit up: "What a strong soybean aroma! Brother Lin, did you make that magical soy milk again?"

"Okay." Lin Fan walked over and glanced at the data on the screen. "Add one hundred servings of boiled mutton tomorrow morning. Also, add this soy milk."

Su Xiaoxiao stopped typing and looked up to ask, "Brother Lin, how much is a cup of soy milk?"

Lin Fan thought about it for a moment.

This time, the system did not provide a mandatory suggested price.

However, this soy milk uses golden snow soybeans from the farm and is washed with spring water, so the effort and cost are actually higher than the previous sour plum drink.

But soy milk is a breakfast staple, so setting the price too high is inappropriate.

"Let's order 100 per cup," Lin Fan said calmly. "One cup per person."

Su Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, her fingers stopping on the keyboard.

A cup of soy milk costs 100 yuan. You absolutely can't find another place like it in the whole city of Jiangcheng.

But Su Xiaoxiao didn't think it was expensive at all.

She had drunk pure soy milk made by Lin Fan himself before, and the silky, mellow, sweet and warming taste still makes her mouth water just thinking about it.

Getting that kind of stuff for a hundred yuan is practically a steal.

"Okay." Su Xiaoxiao didn't ask any more questions and quickly updated the new menu to the backend system.

Having worked for Lin Fan for so long, she was used to it. The prices Lin Ge set had never disappointed.

……

The next morning.

Before dawn, a biting wind swept across the streets of Jin Street, stirring up the loose snow on the ground.

At 5:30 a.m., a long line had already formed outside Lin's shop.

Li Dayong, wearing a heavy mink coat, had his hands tightly tucked into his pockets, stamping his feet in the snow to keep warm. Behind him in line was Chairman Chen, who was also bundled up tightly.

Not far behind them, Mr. Huang and Mr. Liu, who had sworn yesterday that they wouldn't come, were now hunched over, wearing thick masks, and obediently standing in line.

These billionaires and tycoons, worth billions or even tens of billions, endured temperatures below zero just to get a taste of this.

"Dayong, you're here pretty early today." General Manager Huang greeted him shamelessly from behind, his breath steaming in the air.

Li Dayong turned around and glared at him, then cursed angrily:

"Stop talking nonsense! If it weren't for you guys meddling in my business, would I have had to get out of my warm bed at five o'clock?"

"It's all about queuing up according to your own ability. I had my driver come to reserve a spot at 4:30 in the morning." Mr. Huang chuckled, not caring at all.

The group chatted idly.

Time flies.

With a dull thud from the wooden axle, the wooden door of the Lin family shop opened precisely on time.

Su Xiaoxiao, wearing a thick down jacket, came out carrying the iconic little blackboard, which she hung on the wooden frame by the door.

Li Dayong immediately noticed the extra line of chalk writing on the blackboard:

Freshly ground, traditionally made pure soy milk: NT$100 per cup (limited to one cup per person)

"A hundred yuan for a cup of soy milk?" Mr. Huang, who was at the back of the line, leaned forward to take a look, clicked his tongue, and muttered under his breath.

"This stuff only costs two yuan a bag at breakfast stalls, right?"

"You know nothing!" Li Dayong turned around and snapped at him, "Even a bowl of plain water from Boss Lin's place is worth this price!"

Li Dayong turned to Su Xiaoxiao and said without hesitation, "Little girl, the usual, one mutton hot pot and a cup of freshly ground soy milk!"

"I'll have one too!" Chairman Chen followed closely behind.

The crowd filed in and surged into the lobby.

It was still dark outside, and the north wind was howling, carrying snowflakes.

The lobby of Lin's shop, however, was warm and inviting.

Soon, Lin Yi carried a black tray and placed four steaming cups of soy milk in front of Li Dayong and the others.

The white porcelain cup is small, just enough for one person to drink from.

Looking down, the soy milk inside the white porcelain bowl had a warm, pale yellow hue.

As soon as it was served, a thin layer of oily skin with tiny wrinkles quickly condensed on the surface upon contact with the cold air.

Lin Yi put away the tray and turned to greet the guests at the other tables.

Li Dayong rubbed his hands, which were red from the cold, and eagerly picked up the white porcelain cup.

The warmth emanating from the cup traveled down my palm and all the way to my arm.

He brought the cup to the rim, blew on the steam, and tentatively slurped up a large mouthful, along with the oily skin.

As the soy milk enters the mouth.

Golden Silk Soybeans naturally possess a subtle sweetness, which is fully brought out during high-temperature cooking.

The texture is incredibly smooth, with not a trace of soybean residue.

After swallowing, there was no sour or astringent feeling in my mouth, only a rich and mellow grain aroma.

The pure aroma of soy milk, enveloped in scalding heat, slid down my throat and into my stomach.

Not only did it forcefully dispel the chill from standing in the wind and snow for over an hour early in the morning, but it also made my taste buds completely swoon with its delicious aroma.

Li Dayong leaned back in his elmwood chair and smacked his lips.

In his life, he has drunk the finest teas that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan per ounce, as well as various precious broths carefully prepared by private chefs.

But nothing compares to the comfort and soothing feeling of a sip of soy milk.

The feeling was like sitting by a roaring stove on a snowy day when the mountains are blocked by snow, and drinking the freshest grain that has just been harvested in autumn.

"call--"

Li Dayong put down his cup and exhaled a long breath of white steam carrying the aroma of soybeans.

He couldn't help himself, and shouted, slapping his thigh, "This soy milk is amazing!"