The villagers quickly returned with bowls, and Li Qingyu and Auntie Zhang carried a large basin filled with soybean paste to the hall, serving it to everyone.
Upon tasting, everyone was instantly impressed by the delicious flavor. The paste, with its fresh and spicy taste, was so appetizing that it could make one eat four more bowls of rice.
Sensing a business opportunity, such as the grandson of the village elder, Chu Haodong, discreetly approached Chu Qingzhi. "Sister Qingzhi, how about I help you procure soybeans?"
Chu Qingzhi, realizing the need for procurement at home, considered recruiting Chu Haodong.
The village elder had a good moral compass, and the children he raised were all of decent character. There were hardly any black sheep in the family, so it was worth trusting him.
Chu Qingzhi said, "Brother Haodong, I do need someone to help procure raw materials for our family. Would you like the job?"
