"Satisfying!" Zhuang Jingye slurped up a mouthful of noodles, shaking his head as he praised.
"It's not the noodles that are satisfying, it's your heart that's content, isn't it?" Mrs. Ye laughed: "The arrangements for Miss Ning today went smoothly, didn't they?"
"Fairly smooth indeed. Although there weren't many who made decisions at this point, a good number of them took some bean seeds to try out. I reckon these beans are not bad, once they try them out, the majority will likely opt for this strain."
Zhuang Jingye laughed: "When we also plant this strain of bean at home in the future, everyone else will have a better idea and know what to do. We should be able to settle Miss Ning's matter well."
"But today's joy isn't just due to these beans; it's because Miss Ning is planning to produce tofu skin. This tofu skin is a good thing. It's high-profit, convenient to store, and easy to transport. If we can produce tofu skin on a large scale, we can definitely grow the business."