Zeng Shuyao was straightforward and shook her hand and said angrily: "Brother Zhou, let go. You are ashamed of being a man, so timid."

Zhou Chong was actually criticized. Zhou Chong was really a little depressed. When he couldn't explain this, he pointed at Li Si with his right hand. Zeng Shuyao immediately recognized Li Si, who was sweating profusely, and was gesturing. He was happy and wanted to call "Sgow". Li Si kept shaking his hand and had to hold back.

Seeing that she didn't scream, Li Si suddenly went anxiously and hurried into the crowd to hide. Zeng Shuyao couldn't figure out why Li Si did this and muttered, "What's wrong with Sgwon?"

"He is a talented person and is timid. How dare he show up in front of such a big man?" Zhou Chong applauded Li Si's comment in his heart, and said, "Hello the guests quickly."

"Brother Zhou, don't sell them things, I won't stand the dog..." Zeng Shuyao was about to say something bad. Zhou Chong didn't care about anything else and glared at her fiercely, and she couldn't help but stop talking.

Zeng Shufa had rich life experience and saw that the three of them were quite good. He hurriedly greeted them with a smile and said, "Please invite the three guests."

The middle-aged man stopped and glanced at the couplet written by Li Si, frowned slightly, and said, "Skillful hands and skillful use of snowflakes, and the magical techniques are skillful and turn into oil in stone. It is very neat and neat, and the conception is ingenious, the good pair! Good pair!"

The woman nodded and praised: "This man is very quick-witted, and it is indeed rare to write the customs of the farmhouse so elegantly. From this we can see that this tofu must be a delicacy. The store gave us a bowl of tofu for each of us."

The young man opened his eyes as bright as the red sun and looked at the couplet for a while, and sneered: "What a big tone. Snowflakes can be rolled in boiling water, oil can be produced in stone, can you still have magic tricks and evil magic?"

The comments of the three were different. Zhou Chong was amused and laughed when he heard this. His previous praise for Li Si was gone now. He thought that he had a kindness, but now he caused great trouble for himself. He hurriedly said, "You three are laughing at me, and you have no tricks."

The young man looked Zhou Chong and said, "You are Tofu Zhou, right?"

Zhou Chong smiled and said, "The guest laughed at me, it's just a small trumpet, not worth mentioning."

"Zheng'er, you sit here." The woman pointed to the seat beside her and called the young man.

The young man looked at Zhou Chong intentionally or unintentionally. He didn't even bother at first sight, but Zhou Chong felt so distressed that he sat next to the woman. The woman said to Zhou Chong: "Tofu Zhou, bring your tofu up, we're waiting to taste it." Looking at her appearance, she was really impatient.

Zeng Shufa personally brought the tray forward, put the tofu in front of the three of them, and said, "Three guests, please."

The woman stretched out her jade-like little hand, picked up a spoon, scooped a spoon, put it into her mouth, and nodded straight: "It's delicious. It's smooth and soft, comfortable and delicious, and has an oily fragrance. This oil is very special, neither lard nor butter or lamb oil, oil but not greasy, and has a fragrance. Store, what kind of oil is this?"

The middle-aged man tasted it and nodded and praised, "It's really delicious." He glanced at the mountain-like person and said, "No wonder so many people are waiting to taste it. This is the reason. I think this oil is 海工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工工

Isn't it just soybean oil, which is squeezed out with the most primitive tools, and they are so praised by them. No matter what, this is something that people say is a bit strange. But it was in ancient times. The ancients only consumed oils for animal oils, and there was no vegetable oil. They naturally had some comments when they tasted it for the first time.

Zeng Shu smiled and said, "The guest is a wise man, it is Shizhong Oil."

Zhou Chong didn't care about the comments of middle-aged men and women. The most important thing was the comments of young people, but this person was too cunning and didn't speak for a long time, which really made Zhou Chong not know how to deal with it.

The woman asked curiously: "Stones can produce oil. This is the first time I heard it. Is this a magic trick? Tell me quickly."

The middle-aged man was just like her, a little curious, but his scheming was much deeper than that of a woman. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Zeng Shufa and waited for his explanation.

The most unpredictable thing is the young man. He only cares about eating tofu without commenting. It can be said that what he ate today was the first thing that appeared since Pangu opened the world. If someone had changed, he would have called up long ago, asking questions like a woman, or listening to the explanations like a middle-aged man, but he looked like an ancient well, as if these new things were things that were so common that they could not be more ordinary.

"Unfathomable!" Zhou Chong commented in his heart to the mighty historical giant, thinking: "All the ages, many people have not shown their joys and anger, but there are not many people as calm as him. No wonder he can achieve great achievements that have been passed down through the ages."

Zeng Shufa did not dare to plunder others' beauty and said, "The guest doesn't know anything. This is all the wonderful thoughts of Zhou Xian's nephew. Xian is gone, tell me a few guests."

Zhou Chong was really unhappy about Zeng Shufa’s displeasure at the opportunity, but when he was forced to push this feeling, he had to bite the bullet and say, “The guest doesn’t know that Shi CNOOC is not raw oil in stone. He fryed the beans and put them in the stone nest and squeezed them hard, and the oil will be produced.”

"Oh, so that's the case. I thought it was a magic trick." The woman nodded and looked like she suddenly realized.

The middle-aged man touched his beard and nodded, praising: "It's indeed a wonderful idea."

The attitude of the young man was the focus of Zhou Chong's attention. He looked at the young man with his eyes slanted, and saw him put the last spoonful of tofu into his mouth and wiped his mouth clean with a white silk scutellar. Then he looked at Zhou Chong and said, "Tofu Zhou, the tofu you made is delicious, I admire it very much."

Hearing his tone, his comments were more positive than negative. Zhou Chong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, the guest for the praise."

The young man next said: "I don't understand a few questions very well. I want to ask you, you won't let me down, right?"

"Please speak with a guest, I know everything, I can say everything." Zhou Chong knew that this person's mind was too elusive and said carefully.

The young man asked, "How much tofu can you make for a pound of beans?"

"One pound of beans can make more than one pound." Zhou Chong replied truthfully: "The tofu contains water, so it is naturally heavier."

The young man continued, "No loss. Then what about you making oil? Can a pound of beans make a pound of oil?"

"A pound of beans produces one pound of oil. I don't know how to do it, so how can I do it?" Zhou Chong disagreed in his heart and said, "How many pounds of beans are needed for a pound of oil."

The young man looked at him coldly and said, "That's a loss. Do you know how much damage will be for me, Daqin when you do this?"

"Oh my God, Qin Shihuang's thoughts are really hard to guess. He still praised him at the last moment, but he started to question him the next moment." Zhou Chong secretly complained in his heart.
Chapter completed!