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Chapter 57 Pearls Completed
  The corner of Song Wenxuan's mouth twitched slightly: "The conflicts between Qian Er, Qian Zhongkai, I, Qian Er, and Qian Zhongkai over the years have become a bit weird in the factory. In fact, they are differences about the future of the factory.

I think the future of the factory is to open up the upper and lower industrial chains and form a one-stop industry. Qian Zhongkai believes that we should specialize in precision machinery to further enhance our technical advantages.

At that time, no one could convince anyone, and there was only one way to choose. In the end I won. "

Song Wenxuan was a little anxious in his explanation and explained clearly the grudges he had with Qian Zhongkai over the years.

“No matter how we fought for power back then, it was all for the sake of the factory, or we could say that we were realizing our ideals and ambitions in developing the factory.

But now this group of people is just fighting for power. Even if I step down, he will no longer be able to preside over the work. It can only benefit irrelevant people.

So Qian Zhongkai will only help me, not them. Xiao Ran, do you understand? "

Song Wenxuan's words could be said to be from the bottom of his heart. Song Xiaoran suddenly said: "I understand, I understand."

[Just like a couple who shared weal and woe, later they got rich and had their own pursuits, and they started to quarrel and finally broke up. But they also have a child together! If the stepfather and stepmother treat the children badly, they will definitely jump out and beat them to death! 】

Song Wenxuan:...

Okay, although it’s a bit strange, my daughter’s understanding is not a big problem.

Song Wenxuan decided to skip this topic: "If Zhang Zhiguo hadn't been so eager to jump out, I would have wanted to give him a good death. After all, he is considered an old man."

Song Xiaoran sighed.

It can only be said that choice may make a person successful or destroy a person.

Song Wenxuan extended the invitation again: "Xiao Ran, come back to the factory to help dad."

Song Xiaoran shook his head: "Dad, didn't we agree last time? I don't think it's suitable for me there. I have my plan."

Song Xiaoran had only been doing this for two days, but he was already dizzy from all the complicated twists and turns in the factory.

She really doesn't want to participate anymore. She now wants to sell milk tea with Zhao Shaokang and open milk tea shops all over Wangjing City first!

Song Wenxuan had some regret in his eyes, but he didn't say anything else.

Her daughter is as stubborn as herself, who can blame her?
  If you don't blame her, don't blame yourself.

The two talked some more, and Song Xiaoran saw that her father was already a little tired, so she stood up and said goodbye: "Dad, I'm leaving first. You have a good rest. I'll come see you when I have time."

Song Wenxuan nodded: "I'll ask the driver to take you off."

Song Xiaoran quickly refused: "No, it's very convenient for me to take the bus."

Song Wenxuan didn't insist anymore: "Then let your mother and Xiran come in."

"Oh."

Song Xiaoran came to the door. Before the door opened, she heard Liu Xiuwen's lowered voice outside.

"Is Lao Song sick and confused? Can't tell which one is the real daughter and which one is the fake daughter? What are you talking about for so long with Song Xiaoran?"

"Mom! Please keep your voice down."

"What did I whisper! I -"

Bang, Song Xiaoran pushed open the door and walked out. Under Liu Xiuwen's somewhat embarrassed look, he pointed to the back, and then walked straight away without looking at them.

As expected, it was hard to change one's nature, Song Xiaoran really didn't bother to pay attention to her.

If you have time to talk to her, why not go home and lie down? -
  Song Xiaoran was idle at home for another four days, and finally on the fifth day, she could no longer idle.

Zhao Shaokang asked someone to bring a large bag of cassava flour from a southeastern province and delivered it to her home early in the morning.

This cassava flour is mainly used locally to make pastries. If you don't take into account the hardship of this big brother carrying the green train all the way, this cost is almost negligible.

"I don't know where Zhao Shaokang has gone. Why hasn't he shown up these days?"

Song Xiaoran looked at the bag of cassava flour in front of him and couldn't help but muttered. In the distance, Zhao Shaokang, who had stayed up all night to guard someone, suddenly sneezed.

"Yasuko, are you okay? Why don't you reply first, and I'll let you know when I get the letter."

Zhao Shaokang rubbed his nose: "It's okay. I sneezed a few times and became more energetic."
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  Song Xiaoran found her own steel pot, filled it with water, and then threw in a whole bag of brown sugar. After it boiled, she started to put tapioca flour in it.

Then, I took my own big iron spoon for serving soup and stirred it.

Song Xiaoran suffered from the expensive takeout of milk tea in her previous life, but she loved drinking it, so she had the idea of ​​​​DIY. So I started looking up the recipe for bubble milk tea.

So although I don’t remember the exact ratio, I still remember the process clearly.

However, although the recipe is simple and the process is not complicated, everything she made in her previous life ended up in the trash can.

However, it is completely different now! !

In the past, it was just interest, and it didn’t matter whether it worked or not. Now it is my plan to make money and it is an important means of survival in the future. I can only succeed and cannot fail...

Well, Song Xiaoran looked at the pot of black and dark red inexplicable liquid in front of him and fell into deep thought.

It seems that it failed again.

Is this a pearl or an alien invasion of the earth?
  "Xiaoran, what are you doing?" Grandma Qian came to the kitchen to cook and was a little curious when she saw Song Xiaoran.

"Yeah, what am I doing? It should be dessert, right?" Song Xiaoran felt a little guilty.

Grandma Qian put down her spatula and came over to take a look.

Even though she had been through hardship since she was a child, Grandma Qian had eaten bark, grass roots and various living plants all her life. She was also a little confused when she saw this pot of food.

It says it can't be eaten, but it still smells sweet. It says it can be eaten. The shape is too scary.

Song Xiaoran felt extremely ashamed that she wasted a pot of water, a bag of sugar, and two tablespoons of tapioca flour.

However, it is not entirely without gain.

She fully realizes that she is a hands-on idiot.

A person who can fully realize his own shortcomings is the beginning of his success.

She decided to shake people off.

After introducing to Grandma Qian in detail what she wanted to do and the approximate production process in her memory, Grandma Qian thought for a while and asked: "So it's probably about making a cooked brown sugar dough?"

Song Xiaoran nodded fiercely, and then naturally gave way to a position.

Grandma Qian naturally took over the stove.

The two struggled all morning, and finally a brown translucent powder ball was placed on the table at Song Xiaoran's house.

Song Xiaoran pressed it with her index finger, and the dough sank into a hole, then gradually recovered: "The elasticity is ok!"

She pinched a point, pulled it out, and pulled out a long strip: "The ductility is OK too!"

She pinched off a small ball, bravely put it into her mouth, squinted her eyes and sipped carefully: "The texture is chewy and chewy, and the taste is slightly sweet, sweet but not greasy. It should be like pearls when cooked!"
  Yes, it’s this flavor, it’s done! "

Song Xiaoran happily took Grandma Qian's hand and spun it around in circles excitedly.

"Ouch, ouch. Haha, grandma fainted."

Grandma Qian was also smiling from ear to ear, although she didn't know what she had done.

As if thinking of something, Song Xiaoran quickly stopped, took out his notebook, and wrote straight:

"The ratio of brown sugar to water to tapioca flour is about 1:1:1.8. The brown sugar must be completely melted and boiled before adding the tapioca flour. Powder the tapioca flour twice..."

(End of this chapter)