Don't tell me you fried the seaweed yourself. I'm about to go out to eat.
These are my scars from the oil.
At first I bought it from Rayong to sell.
But just my luck it all went stale within a week.
-I can't believe your bad luck. -It gets worse.
When I asked if they could do something about it, they said I couldn't.
I drove there and pleaded with them for 3 days but they didn't care.
-We ended up arguing. -So then what?
Don't tell me you got your butt kicked again?
-Hell no! I did all the butt kicking. -Yeah they deserve it. -Right? -Right on! -Yeah.
In the end I had to fry it myself.
So how did you fry it so it wouldn't get stale? The store couldn't.
Kasetsart University.
You aren't a student here, are you?
How did you get them to help?
Professor, please don't concern yourself with what you see in front of you and let me introduce myself.
My name is Ittipat Kulpongwanich.
So I told the professor the same thing I'm telling you.
Some tissues, professor.
Your fried seaweed contains oil just like these crispy rice crackers.
It's the reaction with oxygen, oxidation, that causes it to go stale.
The solution is vacuum packaging.
See...
it's sucking all the oxygen out of the bag.
Your seaweed is crispy, right? It can break apart.
So we need to add nitrogen instead. This will greatly extend the shelf-life.
Yes ma'am.
See, that's all there is to it.
So that means I just have to buy this machine, right?
Yes, correct. Now it's up to you to find a way to make it delicious.