Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Chapter 143 Pen, Ink, and Paper

Damao, Qi Xingyun and others were busy until Mr. Zheng woke up from his nap.

When Mr. Zheng woke up from his nap, Uncle Quan told him that several people had gone into the study and had not come out since.

Oh, except for Old Lady Yang, she can come and go freely, and everyone else can only bring the tea over, put it down and leave.

Mr. Zheng walked towards the study upon hearing this, wanting to see the results of their afternoon's work.

As soon as he entered the study, Mr. Zheng smelled a strong milky aroma. He couldn't help but look at Xiaocao'er who was sleeping soundly on the couch. Old Mrs. Yang was sitting next to Xiaocao'er, dozing off with her head nodding.

When they saw Mr. Zheng coming in, they stopped what they were doing and wanted to greet him, but he stopped them and pointed to the grandmother and grandson lying on the couch.

Then they sat down again, and Uncle Quan served them tea and snacks again. The young people also took the opportunity to take a break. Mr. Zheng picked up the information that Tang Yanshu had recorded at the beginning, and nodded as he read it.

After finishing reading the document, I put it back on the desk without looking at the copy he had reorganized.

After watching them drink water and eat snacks, he asked quietly, "What do you think of Xiao Cao'er's ideas?"

Then he seemed to remember something and said, "Don't tell me, don't tell me yet, I don't want to hear it either, just write down your thoughts and I'll read them later."

Originally, everyone had a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask, but Xiao Caoer told them not to ask, and Mr. Zheng said he didn't want to listen, so they could only express themselves through pen and paper.

Mr. Zheng: "I just took a look and I think the proposals are all good. It can be said that just one workshop can drive the people's income in many aspects. First, the people can grow more sweet potatoes to increase their income. Second, they can raise one or two pigs to increase their income. In addition, it provides employment opportunities and income for everyone."

"The workshop and vermicelli shop should send people to do the main jobs, and other unimportant jobs can be hired nearby. This should be Xiaocao'er's original intention. Otherwise, how can it be said that it is providing employment opportunities for Lao Baijiu?"

Zheng Huaming, Qi Xingyun, and Tang Yanshu: “Yes.”

"There is also a research and development team, which I think is very innovative. It is dedicated to developing new products. So should we set up similar research and development teams in other areas?"

Tang Yanshu nodded in agreement and said, "It should be possible. Just like the Ministry of War in the imperial court researches new weapons every year, the chefs in the restaurant also research new dishes. But what is the sweet potato workshop setting up a research and development team to research? Is it to study how to increase the production of vermicelli? I don't understand this yet."

Old Lady Yang sat beside Xiao Cao'er, watching her sleep. She knew about Mr. Zheng's coming in for a while. When she heard Tang Yanshu say this, she pouted and muttered in her heart, "How stupid! Of course, they are researching how to make vermicelli more delicious and what to pair with vermicelli to make it more popular. Also, the recipe for the hot and sour seasoning for vermicelli has been taken out. Isn't this the R&D team's job to figure out how to come up with it? Even the county magistrate doesn't know as much as I do."

Old Mrs. Yang only dared to complain in her heart but didn't dare to say it out loud. Although she had met Tang Yanshu many times, she always distinguished him in her heart and couldn't treat him with the same attitude as she treated Mr. Zheng.

Tang Yanshu was also helpless. You are not afraid of Qi Xingyun but afraid of me, just because I am the county magistrate. I am also your student, but I just didn't perform the ceremony of becoming your disciple. I am worthy of your Yang Zhuqing calling me a master.

Old Lady Yang didn’t care what Tang Yanshu thought because Xiaocaoer had woken up.

He had to go to the toilet, wash up, drink water and comb his hair, and it took a while to finish the work.

Xiao Cao'er walked to Damao and was held in his arms. She called everyone in a soft voice.

"Did you sleep well just now? Did these brothers disturb you?" Mr. Zheng touched the little bun on her head.

"I slept well. My brothers didn't disturb me." Xiao Cao'er replied with a sweet smile.

"Our little Cao must have been exhausted these past two days. Let's serve dinner earlier so that your grandfather Quan can prepare delicious food for you."

"Thank you Grandpa Zheng, thank you Grandpa Quan." Xiao Cao'er smiled even sweeter.

Uncle Quan heard this and said to Xiao Cao, "Hey, old man, you asked me to make something delicious for Xiao Cao, but I can't do it. Tell Grandpa Quan what you want to eat and I'll get it for you."

"I want to eat vermicelli. I wonder if you have soaked vermicelli? I also want to eat roast duck." Xiao Caoer asked.

When Zheng Huaming heard this, he also wanted to eat vermicelli, and immediately agreed: "Yes, yes, yes, eat vermicelli, I want to eat it too."

Da Mao and Qi Xingyun said they wanted to eat it too, but Qi Xingyun had only heard of it but had never eaten it.

There is another person who has never eaten it, that is Tang Yanshu. After hearing the word "vermicelli" all day, he thought it was a new idea and planned to make it and open a workshop. But who would have thought that others have already made it and even eaten it.

Uncle Quan: "There is roast duck and the vermicelli is also soaked. Old Lady Yang has already told us about it. She said she wants to cook it herself later. She said you like it."

"Yes, yes, I really like the food my grandma cooks, and it's the best." Xiao Cao'er also flattered Grandma Yang in front of others.

Old Lady Yang felt happy when she heard this. She said it was getting late, so she should do it now, and then she walked out in a hurry.

"Grandma, Grandpa Zheng can't eat chili peppers yet, you have to remember that." Xiao Cao'er shouted to Grandma Yang in the background.

"Oh, I got it. Don't worry, I won't add any chili."

Mr. Zheng: Actually, you can put a little bit of it. I feel better now and my throat doesn’t hurt anymore.