Chapter 109 108. No one can resist the temptation of sugar
So after making this pot of green maltose.

Luo Yihang made a video call to Luo Qi.

Of course, the call was to her mother's cell phone.

Luo Qi, who claims to be seven years old but is actually five years and ten months old, became very excited when she heard Luo Yihang say that he had just made malt sugar.

She cheered, she jumped for joy, she shouted "There's candy again" and ran around the living room.

Then I happily called out “Where is it, where is it?” and when I got closer to the screen, I saw a pot of green stuff…

I said on the spot: Bah!

She doesn't want to eat anything green, not even candy.

"Qiqi, talk to Brother Hang nicely." Lin Jia taught Luo Qi a lesson and came over to look at the screen.

Curiously asked: "Xiaohang, what are you doing? A facial mask?"

After Luo Yihang said that this was maltose, Lin Jia's face obviously twisted.

It seems that this thing is indeed not very attractive, mainly because its green is not tender and bright. If it could be like aloe vera cream, it would still look nice.

But it is dark green with a hint of yellow...

Forget it, just throw it away.

No, you can also feed it to crayfish.

Although the new maltose didn’t look very good and didn’t taste very good either, the maltose itself did arouse Lin Jia’s interest.

"Xiao Hang, are you malting the barley again? Are you going to make malt sugar again?" Lin Jia asked.

Luo Yihang shook his head and said, "No, this is what's left over from last time. It's grown quite big, so I tried making some to avoid wasting it, but it didn't work."

"Oh, I see." Lin Jia responded, then kept silent for a while, and then asked a little embarrassedly, "Then can you ferment some more malt? Make some more maltose?"

? Luo Yihang was very surprised, "Did you finish the bottle of maltose two days ago?"

The bottle given to Luo Qi was really big, weighing at least one kilogram.

This is malt sugar, which is usually drunk by soaking in water. One pound can last for a long time, and this is only the past week.

Speaking of this, Lin Jia felt helpless and wanted to laugh.

"Hey, this is what happened. That day, Kiki brought a whole bottle of maltose to preschool, and then..."

And he was quite sharing-minded, he would chat during class and open the bottle of maltose to share with other kids.

Secretly under the desk, you take a spoonful, he takes a spoonful.

And he thought he was hiding it well.

But she didn't think about what she took out. How could malt sugar made from malt nourished by spiritual energy be compared with ordinary sugar?

As soon as the lid was opened, the rich aroma of glutinous rice and malt wafted out and soon filled the entire classroom. The teacher followed the scent and grabbed it.

The maltose was confiscated, and Luo Qi's little red flower was gone...

Then, when Luo Qi's grandmother went to pick up her child after school, Teacher Qin from the preschool class was the same teacher who would have to beg for food if the school was bombed.

After meeting, I apologized to Luo Qi’s grandmother first.

He was very sincere: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll compensate you. I'll compensate you for how much you paid for it."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of maltose, with only a little sugar left at the bottom of the bottle, a hundred yuan, and a somewhat awkward smile.

Ugh.

It turned out that after Teacher Qin confiscated the maltose, he took it back to the office after class.

While chatting with other teachers, out of curiosity, I unscrewed the lid.

Then one of them couldn't help it, and it became like this...

"Also, can I ask where you bought this candy from..." After asking in a low voice, Teacher Qin's face turned red with shame.

Shame on you.

The money was confiscated, and there was no place to buy it, so Lin Jia planned to make some more. Qiqi had been complaining about the candy being gone, and she wanted to eat some herself, so she planned to give some to Teacher Qin. So...

"Xiaohang, why don't you do something else?" Lin Jia suggested again.

Luo Yihang shook his head like a rattle and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, it's too troublesome."

The three greatest pains in life are not made up. Making sugar is just too troublesome.

"Then you help me with the malting and I'll make the sugar." Lin Jia gave another suggestion.

"After all, you know, the things we grow at home, this... you know."

That's fine. Luo Yihang made an OK gesture to the screen and nodded in agreement.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Yihang felt like he was a real treasure trove. Any sugar he made was so popular. He could make a fortune even if he found a house to grow malt and then found a food processing factory to get machines to make malt sugar.

There is nothing that can’t be done!
I am inflated!
We will perform surgery on the two trees at night.

Then at night, Luo Yihang went to knock on the door, "Is Uncle Luo home?"
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I asked for some more wheat seeds, washed them and soaked them.

Qiangwa called.

"Hangwa, it seems that Piaoliang BBQ can't continue. Are you free tomorrow? Let's go over there. Yingzi said she wants to talk to you about something."

"Yingzi? Liu Piaoliang? What's wrong with him? I can't figure it out, so why don't we do it?"

Luo Yihang felt that this was quite sudden. The last time he went to Liu Piaoliang's place, business seemed pretty good. His barbecue tasted good too and didn't seem to be going out of fashion.

“The landlord wants to raise the rent.”

Okay, that makes sense.

"Then what does he want to talk to me about?" Luo Yihang became even more curious.

"Maybe he still wants to struggle. Anyway, you will know when you go there."

"Okay, let's go there tomorrow night." Luo Yihang agreed.

The next day.

Luo Yihang and Qiang Wa came to Liu Piaoliang's place and were directly led to the inner room. It turned out that he also had a private room. They had been sitting outside several times they came and rarely went into the inner room, let alone the private room.

The food and drinks had already been served in the private room. Liu Piaoliang invited the two of them in and sat them down, then poured them a glass of wine and toasted them.

Then, there was a long silence.

The silence got so intense that Qiang Wa became impatient and slammed his chopsticks on the table. "If you have something to say, just say it. Stop nagging and get it straight!"

Liu Piaoliang lowered her head, rubbed her hands on her pants a few times, curled them up and then loosened them, and it took a long time.

As if he had made up his mind, he suddenly raised his head and said to Luo Yihang: "Brother Luo, can I ask you to come to my place to sing at night in the future? Sing ten songs a day, and I will give you two hundred... no, three hundred yuan a day."

After saying this, he seemed to be deflated and lowered his head.

"This..." Luo Yihang was embarrassed.

Logically speaking, in Tianhan, an income of 9,000 yuan a month is really not low.

But Luo Yihang doesn't need it. Singing is just a hobby for him and he doesn't plan to make it a career. What's more, being a resident singer in a barbecue restaurant is very strange.

The problem is that there is still friendship...

"Yingzi, I can call you that too. I want to ask you something first." Luo Yihang thought about it and finally spoke.

"Well, Brother Luo, you say."

"Have you encountered any difficulties? You have such a good relationship with Qiangwa, and we are also friends. Can you tell me about it?"

"Alas, I am just unlucky."

Liu Piaoliang slapped her thigh, poured herself a glass of wine and drank it.

Then pour out a pool of bitter water.

(End of this chapter)