Li Gengtian chuckled happily as he watched his younger son. He felt that not studying and going into business wasn't so bad. Look, in just a few months, his son had become so much more mature.
Mrs. Fang was also persuaded by what Li Changyu said. She said hesitantly, "I haven't thought of anything else, but about those bamboo shoots… I feel like last time I stewed them until they were a little dry, and they tasted pretty good. If we don't use oil, but instead braise them in a marinade and then sun-dry them, they could be sold as a snack."
Li Gengtian hurriedly said, "I remember, I remember. Those dried bamboo shoots you made that time were delicious. You used the broth from braising the pork offal, didn't you?"
Mrs. Fang nodded. "I couldn't bear to throw out that broth, so I used it to cook the bamboo shoots without adding anything else. Once all the liquid cooked off, I thought the shoots smelled exceptionally fragrant."
