The Hu Mao family next door got up early as usual and started preparing dumplings and soy milk.

When they saw Lin Cheng and Lin Momo already washed up and standing by their door, the couple was stunned for a moment.

“Why did you two get up so early today?” Yang Fang asked in surprise.

Lin Momo stepped forward and explained, “We’ve thought of a new product to sell. We got up early so we can try to see if we can make it successful.”

“Is that so?” Yang Fang nodded and asked, “Will you still use soybean dregs?”

“That’s right.”

Hearing this, Yang Fang smiled and said, “That’s great. We plan to make more soy milk and tofu today so we can provide you with more soya dregs.”

Business was good yesterday, and the tofu they had prepared was sold out early, so the couple decided to try making more tofu today.

“Great, I can help you,” Lin Momo volunteered.

Seeing Lin Momo’s enthusiasm, Yang Fang did not refuse her and nodded, “Okay, help us add beans, and Auntie will treat you to tofu pudding later.”

“Okay!”

… …

The work that Hu Mao and his wife had to do everyday early in the morning was not easy. In addition to grinding beans, processing soy milk, and making tofu, they also had to make steamed dumplings.

With the help of Lin Cheng and Lin Momo, their efficiency was much higher.

Soon, four large pots of tofu, a large bucket of soy milk, and more than thirty bamboo steamers of dumplings were ready.

Hu Mao took the dumplings and put them in the pot to steam them while Yang Fang prepared breakfast.

Lin Cheng and Lin Momo took some soybean dregs and started trying to make thin dough for crisps.

There were not many ingredients available so during the experimental phase, Lin Cheng did not take too much soybean dregs. He only put about half a bowl of soya dregs into six small bowls.

Then Lin Cheng began to add ingredients and seasonings into the bowls, mixing them with the soybean dregs. The ingredients and quantities added to each bowl were different.

At this time, Yang Fang came over to serve the father and daughter some tofu pudding. Seeing Lin Cheng’s neat and confident operation, she was a little surprised and couldn’t help asking, “Do you know how to make those kind of chips? Have you done it before?”

She has seen many chips made from different grains, but has never seen one made from soybean dregs.

“I haven’t done this before,” Lin Cheng replied calmly.

Yang Fang standing by the side could not keep calm and asked again, “Then how do you know how much of each of these ingredients to add?”

“I don’t know either, but it’s not difficult in theory. I’m just trying it out.” After a pause, Lin Cheng continued, “If it feels dry, add water. If it can’t be shaped, add more flour. If it’s not sticky enough, add some glutinous rice flour. If it’s not ductile enough, add more flour.”

Yang Fang: “…”

… …

Not only Yang Fang but also the early-riser viewers in the livestream channel were not calm at this time:

[So casual…]

[Really, Lin Cheng said it so easily…]

[I felt like the older sister next to him was dumbfounded. She probably didn’t expect someone to cook food so carelessly.]

[Haha, but when I think about it carefully, what Lin Cheng said seems to make sense.]

[Don’t mess it up now.]

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Lin Cheng quickly kneaded 6 portions of soybean dregs into balls, each with different proportions of ingredients.

Lin Momo used varying numbers of sesame seeds to mark the different dough balls. Then, using the heat coming from the Hu Mao family’s tofu being cooked, the two of them steamed six portions of dough balls on a bamboo steamer lined with gauze.

After steaming, it could be seen that the properties of the six soya dregs balls have changed.

Three of the soya dregs balls were not sticky enough and could not be formed properly; Lin Momo directly added sauce over these, and such failures became a breakfast snack for the father and daughter.

The remaining dough balls—versions No. 3, No. 5, and No. 6—were put on the chopping board after they cooled down a bit, and then father and daughter flattened them with a rolling pin.

It was not easy to press the soybean dregs dough into thin enough sheets.

“You can try doing it this way…” Lin Momo recalled the method of rolling dough into noodles that she learned from the auntie next door back when she lived with her grandmother: put a layer of plastic on either side of three dough patties; stack them together; put two thin wooden strips on the left and right sides of the chopping board; put the dough patties in the middle; press the two ends of the rolling pin on the two wooden strips and then roll the dough.

Unable to find a suitable wooden stick, Lin Cheng found two chopsticks instead and used it according to the method Lin Momo described. It succeeded in one try.

“Will the dough rolled out in this way be thin and even?!” Lin Momo said excitedly.

“It should be.”

Lin Cheng took the different dough pieces and rolled them out to be a little thinner.

The rolled out soya dregs dough were taken out and hung by the fire to dry.

Taking advantage of the temperature around the fire, the soybean dregs dough quickly began to lose water and soon became firm.

When the bean dregs dough were half dry, Lin Cheng took them out from the heat and began cutting them into small diamond-shaped pieces. Although the color was not as good as the coarse grain flakes he had seen yesterday, it nevertheless looked quite similar.

The father and daughter waited by the side until the small soya dregs flakes were almost dry, and then they put the flakes into the oil pan, intending to fry them in three batches.

Lin Momo’s eyes lit up when she saw the flakes in the oil pan begin to slightly bubble, curl, and eventually turn golden brown little by little.

“We seem to have succeeded!” Lin Momo said excitedly.

“Stand further away, be careful of getting burned,” Lin Cheng reminded.

Lin Cheng took the soya dregs from the pan one by one, drained the oil, and let them cool down a little before placing them on the plate.

Lin Momo, who was standing aside, already had an eager expression on her face.

“Okay, let’s try it.”

“Okay!”

Because soybean dregs themselves would not foam, the fried chips will not be as crispy as potato chips or millet chips. However, because they had been roll pressed very thinly, they were not at all hard but instead have a crispy texture.

The soybean dregs were very coarse, quite unlike the delicate texture of other grain chips most people eat, but it was precisely this texture that made the flakes so special.

Lin Momo ate two more pieces before looking at Lin Cheng excitedly, exclaiming, “It really worked!”

“These look like potato chips,” Lin Momo muttered and then said, “But it’s not quite the same as potato chips.”

“This is Momo’s special edition crisp,” she finally said, nodding her head in approval.

Hearing Lin Momo’s words, Lin Cheng smiled and asked, “Which one do you think is the most delicious?”

“The most delicious…” 

After hearing Lin Cheng’s question, Lin Momo stared at the various plates of soybean crisps in front of her and evaluated them carefully. Finally, she pointed at one of them and said, “This one is the most delicious. It’s a little crispy, not too hard at all. Very crispy and fragrant.”

Then Lin Momo listed several reasons for why the others were ‘unsuccessful’, “This one is a little burnt, this one is not very crispy, this one is too hard, and this one looks too dark and ugly…”

“Okay, it’s this one then,” Lin Cheng said.

Lin Cheng took a pen and paper, and wrote down the ingredients and proportions used in making the specific soybean dregs chips that Lin Momo had chosen. He also wrote ‘fry until 80% cooked then remove from the pan.’

… …

Lin Cheng’s actions were beyond the expectations of the audience in the livestream channel:

[F*ck, I thought Lin Cheng was just messing around, but I didn’t expect he remembered the proportions of each type of dough! ]

[I’m very impressed by Lin Cheng’s performance. ]

[Lin Cheng’s brain is really good. ]

[I finally know who my sweet little girl got her smartness from.]

[I finally understand the gap between me and the man who can earn 300 million in a week. ]

[I finally understand the gap between big guys and ordinary people.]

Serve as Contrast Team in a ‘Dad with Baby’ Show translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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Chapter 88.2 — New Product
Chapter 88.3 — New Product
Chapter 89.1 — No Money
Chapter 89.2 — No Money
Chapter 89.3 — No Money
Chapter 90.1 — Bargaining
Chapter 90.2 — Bargaining
Chapter 90.3 — Bargaining