Chen Guanghai's dim eyes lit up immediately: "Sis, if you have any good ideas, hurry and tell me."
Su Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and then spoke: "Brother Chen, have you ever thought about making seafood cans?"
"Seafood cans?"
Chen Guanghai was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "We don't have that kind of skill. If it's not tasty, it would be a waste, and the stuff comes with soup, making it inconvenient to transport."
"That's easy to solve. On the way here, I saw there's a tinsmith in the area. If the cans are made, we could have them custom make tin cans. Using tin cans for storage can keep them fresh and easy to transport."
Chen Guanghai was still a bit hesitant: "But the flavor... what if it's not good and doesn't sell?"
Anyway, with his wife's skills, whatever seafood she makes has a fishy taste, and most of the village women are like that too.
