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Chapter 128 Fermented Bayberry Juice! (Second Update!)

The two walked out of the fire door next to the elevator and went to the front desk one after the other. When they saw Lin Man, they waved to her enthusiastically.

Upon seeing the two of them, Lin pointed to the gate and said, "Come on, I've ordered a free-range chicken. Today, I'll let you taste my cooking."

"Then let's look forward to Secretary Lin's culinary skills!" Rajad chimed in, translating to Amal, "It's a peculiar habit of people from Guangdong that they only go to particularly luxurious hotels for formal occasions."

"When it comes to friends, they either cook for themselves or take them to eat at places they consider good."

"And the highest standard is their free-range chicken."

"He's treating us like friends!"

After hearing the explanation, Amar blinked. He had already taken 400 million barrels of oil out of the country, so they should really treat him as a friend.

He followed Lin Man's footsteps and whispered in Mandarin behind him, "Good friend!"

"Good friend!" Lin Man responded, then hopped onto his electric scooter and patted the back seat: "Get on!"

The two burly Iranians glanced at themselves, then at the electric scooter, and gave each other a serious look.

The next second, Lin Man continued to pat the seat behind his own butt: "Don't worry, I used to take care of four younger sisters with this."

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Upon hearing this explanation, Rajad sneered twice and squeezed onto the electric scooter with Amar.

Once everyone was seated, Lin Man twisted the throttle, the motor started, and the electric scooter stubbornly moved forward, dragging its tires along.

Fortunately, it wasn't far from the hotel to Lin Man's home; it only took two or three minutes for the electric scooter to stop in front of Lin Man's house.

Besides Lin Man's electric scooter, there's also Lin Yaoxi's pickup truck parked in front of his house.

In the courtyard, Lin Yaoxi had already set up the stove and was preparing the free-range chicken that had come from afar. Seeing Lin Man at the door, he held up two fingers: "Give me two hours, and I guarantee you'll have a satisfying slow-cooked soup!"

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle!" After greeting Lin Yaoxi, Lin Man arranged for Amar and the other two to sit down next to him, while he went into the kitchen to start making egg glutinous rice dumplings and sweet fermented rice.

Bring the water to a boil, then add the sweet fermented rice, followed by the glutinous rice balls. Once the glutinous rice balls float to the surface, crack the egg whites into the pot, and save the egg yolks for tomorrow.

Finally, sprinkle two spoonfuls of white sugar on top.

When the glutinous rice balls float to the surface again and the soup thickens, they are ready to be taken out of the pot.

Freshly baked egg and glutinous rice dumplings with sweet fermented rice are steaming hot, with a slightly pungent aroma of alcohol mixed with the sweetness of white sugar and the fragrance of glutinous rice.

It's okay to drink it hot in winter, but in summer—

You'll get burned!

Lin Man divided the large pot into five basins, put them all into the refrigerator, and froze them for about 15 minutes before taking out all five basins of sweet fermented rice.

First, a basin was delivered to Lin Xiaoxi, who was lying dead upstairs. Finally, the remaining four basins were carried out of the kitchen and distributed to the three people in the yard.

Amar took the stainless steel bowl, scooped a small spoonful into his mouth, closed his eyes to savor it for a while, nodded with satisfaction, and then said a few more words.

Rajad, who was standing nearby, quickly translated: "Mr. Amar is satisfied, but he feels it's still not sweet enough."

"There's nothing we can do about it!" Lin Man shook his head, scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth: "Here, the worst thing you can say about a dessert is that it's too sweet."

"We value moderation and balance here; nobody likes things that are too sweet."

"Speaking of which—" Lin Man suddenly stopped speaking, his gaze shifting back and forth between Rajad and Amal, before finally asking the question he wanted to ask: "You two—sitting here with us, won't you have any objections back home?"

"Opinion?" Rajad looked up at the sky, thought for a while, and seemed to finally understand the meaning of Lin Man's question. He turned his head and began to talk to Amal.

The two talked and gestured for a good seven or eight minutes before Rajad turned around and said, "There's work to be done, but it involves international business, so things can't be rushed."

"Whether it's negotiations or project progress, it's all calculated on a monthly basis."

"To be honest, it's quite rare for a company like yours to deliver goods and ask for payment right after negotiations."

"Of course, this can also be seen in some low-value consumer products."

"Other businesses are progressing slowly, but yours are progressing quite quickly, so it's good to keep an eye on things here."

"No wonder! Cheers!" Lin Man picked up a stainless steel basin, and Rajad and Amar also picked up their stainless steel basins and clinked them together with Lin Man.

The sweet fermented rice was consumed very quickly; in less than 20 minutes, the entire bowl was gone.

Meanwhile, Lin Yaoxi, who was standing next to him, had just put the free-range chicken into the pot and started preparing the medicinal herbs.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to drink chicken soup anytime soon, Lin Manyi slapped his forehead, told Rajad and the other man to wait in the yard, and went outside.

In less than a minute, he came back carrying a white plastic jug.

As he walked, red liquid sloshed around in the white plastic jug. Lin Man placed the jug on the table, patted it gently, then opened it and poured the red liquid into a stainless steel basin: "This is bayberry juice made by my second uncle. He uses half a pound of rock sugar for every pound of bayberries. What's even better is that his storage room is underground and is always kept at a low temperature."

"It's the perfect way to cool off in the hot summer."

As they were talking, the three stainless steel basins on the table were filled with red liquid. The red liquid emitted a faint aroma of bayberries, mixed with a sweet scent—the scent of sugar.

Rajad squinted at the red liquid for a while, then stretched his neck and sniffed at it for a bit. Finally, he reached out, dipped his finger in the red liquid, and put it on the tip of his tongue.

I closed my eyes and tasted the red liquid.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes again, turned to Amar, and nodded: "Fermented bayberry juice!"

Amar suddenly realized what Rajad was doing and copied his actions, dipping his finger in the red liquid and placing it on the tip of his tongue. He closed his eyes to taste it, then opened them and gave a thumbs-up: "Fermented bayberry juice!"

He then picked up the stainless steel basin, took a small sip, and instead of swallowing it immediately, he held it in his mouth to savor it.

Seeing the two of them start drinking, Lin Man also picked up the bowl and took a small sip.

Half a pound of sugar for every pound of bayberries is practically drinking sugar water. But there's something else in this bayberry juice that perfectly balances the sourness of the bayberries with the sweetness of the rock sugar.

There was no harshness in the throat upon entry, only a mild spiciness. This mild spiciness, mixed with sweet and sour flavors, made the fermented bayberry juice exceptionally easy to swallow.

After swallowing the fermented bayberry juice in his mouth, Lin Man stood up again, went into the kitchen, and returned to the yard a short while later with a plate of fried dried fish.

He placed the dried fish on the table, picked up the bowl, and brought it to Amal and the others: "Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

And so, the three of them, carrying fermented bayberry juice and dried fish, drank wildly in the yard.

Meanwhile, Lin Yaoxi, who was busy in the yard, prepared a bunch of snacks for the three of them to go with their drinks after he finished stewing the chicken.

With the help of snacks to accompany the drinks, the fermented bayberry juice was consumed even faster.

In less than two hours, the 5-kilogram jug was completely empty, and the people at the table began to slump over. Lin Man lay on the table, propping his head up with his left hand and gesturing wildly with his right: "Let me tell you, you Iranians should learn from your relatives, that Indian guy."

"You should learn from them."

"Back then, which country in the Western world respected India? Now look back at the West."

"Let's look at the UK first. The UK has been substantially parasitized by India, otherwise those violent incidents wouldn't have happened recently."

"And even with those violent incidents, those spineless Englishmen only dare to target immigrants from other places. Do you see them daring to target Indians?"

"You should learn from India, since you all have the same ancestor."

"For example, if you don't like the United States now, you can just open up immigration and try every means to send your people there to settle down and take root. If you have one person a year, that's ten people in ten years."

"Twenty years from now, they will all be based on votes. At that time, they will learn from the Indian model and use the votes of their own people to push their own people onto the political stage."

Across the table, Rajad, who had been completely bewildered, suddenly perked up when Lin Man listed Iran and India together. He sat bolt upright and waved his right hand, saying, "We won't mention India!"

"Although we all have Aryan ancestry, we are not Indian. Don't mention India; it's disgusting."

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"As for their system—we—we—I can only say that the children of Iranian families are normal people, unlike those in India, who are born like livestock."

"We can't learn their political system!"

As he finished speaking, Rajad's back bent, and he slumped onto the table, muttering to himself, "That's no different from being an animal."

Listening to his explanation, Lin Man picked up the stainless steel basin and waved it at Lin Yaoxi: "Third Uncle, go to Second Uncle's house and get some more bayberry juice. We want to drink more; we haven't had enough of this."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaoxi poured a cup of tea for each of the three of them, then picked up the wine pot on the table and left.

After he left, Lin Man slowly narrowed his eyes, holding the stainless steel basin in his hand and shaking it at Rajad: "You guys are still too concerned about saving face!"

"We should be even more shameless than those shameless people."

"Hey, why are you sleeping? Don't sleep, I've already gone to get the bayberry juice, let's keep drinking!"

After saying those two sentences, Lin Man slumped onto the table, muttering to himself unconsciously while his right hand continued to shake the stainless steel basin.

Across from him, Rajad struggled to lift his head, glanced at Lin Man, and then slumped back onto the table: "Being more shameless than them won't help. Even if we are more shameless than them, we can't cause them any real harm."

"So, it's better to fight, it's better to fight."

"We've gained some experience now, so we just drag it out slowly, without engaging in any major battles. In your country's terms, we'd call it a protracted war."

"Did you know? Ever since we started having tug-of-war with the United States, our small production lines have miraculously started operating on their own."

"Although the employment situation is still very bad, there are more people with jobs than before."

"Like Russia and Ukraine, it's still quite a distance behind Russia and Ukraine."

"But that's enough for us to catch our breath!"

"Once they caught their breath, the commanders from each province met together to discuss why things had turned out this way."

"The final conclusion was that the war provided some orders to the civilian population, and with the help of these additional orders, civilian production and the economy began to flow."

"If we can stabilize this flow of production and expand it nationwide, our employment situation will be somewhat alleviated."

"It is precisely because of this that we have this trip to China."

"Actually, what we really wanted to do this time was to build a photovoltaic power station, specifically that photovoltaic tower power generation system you built in the desert."

"The sunshine conditions in the Holmzgan province are also very good. If there are enough photovoltaic power plants, the entire Holmzgan province will have surplus electricity for production."

"With production, we can use production to guarantee employment and ensure our own safety —"

After talking for a long time, Rajad's mouth was dry. Before he could finish the last few sentences, he slammed his head on the table and started snoring.

Lin Man across from them also started snoring.

After a while, Amar, who was next to Rajad, also started snoring.

When Lin Yaoxi returned with the fermented bayberry juice, he saw three people fast asleep on the table. He put the fermented bayberry juice aside and turned to continue preparing his free-range chicken slow-cooked soup.

Compared to these three drunkards, the slow-cooked soup is the most important!

After simmering for another two hours, Lin Yaoxi opened the pot lid, scooped out a small spoonful to taste, and confirmed that the slow-cooked soup was ready. Only then did he wake up the three drunkards who were lying on the table and start feeding them chicken soup.

After drinking a bowl of chicken soup, Lin Man felt his soul return.

Zi Guang glanced almost imperceptibly at the two people opposite him, then held his head in his hands and began to recall his conversation with Rajad before he passed out drunk.

The two guys stayed in the country for the purpose of building a photovoltaic power station, and they also said that business negotiations were progressing slowly.

After all that, it turns out this guy wanted a tower-type concentrated solar power plant, not some damn photovoltaic power plant.

These are not the same thing. If you go to a photovoltaic power generation manufacturer, they definitely won't be able to do it!

Idiot!

Moreover, only China is currently developing this tower-type solar thermal power plant, and it is being developed as a reserve technology. Although this technology is not on the list of restricted technology exports, the country will not allow its export until the technology is fully mastered.

Idiot!

On the other hand, I could actually work on the solar panels for the solar power plant that those two guys wanted.

After the initial period of rapid and unregulated growth, the photovoltaic industry has now entered a period of quality improvement. Small photovoltaic panel manufacturers have been eliminated, and the remaining manufacturers are focusing on technology and quality improvement.

However, they all got stuck on the monocrystalline silicon manufacturing process.

Using the process of producing metallic hydrogen to modify monocrystalline silicon might yield some good results.

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