Li Yunniang opened her mouth and took a bite. The various flavors were subtly blended together, leaving a fragrance on her lips and teeth. She couldn't help but nod her head, "It's delicious."

"Girl Xia." Uncle Wang's voice came from the door, "I smelled the aroma as soon as I arrived at your door."

Xia Qianqian hurriedly opened the door, welcomed the person into the house, picked up a bowl of tofu and said, "Uncle Wang, please try it."

Uncle Wang took the bowl and smelled it. He hurriedly lowered his head and took a bite. He couldn't help but praise: "Well, not bad, not bad!"

Yuan Bao was woken up and ran over, shouting: "Sister, I want to eat tofu brain too."

"Okay!" Xia Qianqian made a bowl for Yuanbao. Instead of pouring the sauce, she put a little sugar in it. "Yuanbao, how about you try the sweet one?"

Yuan Bao took a bite and his mouth became even sweeter, "The things made by sister are all so delicious."

The four people gathered around the table and finished eating the tofu puffs. Uncle Wang said excitedly: "Girl, you did a good job with the tofu puffs."

"I also made tofu, and I will open it again at noon to take a look."

"Okay!" Uncle Wang touched his belly and said cheerfully, "Girl Xia, your craftsmanship is quite good. There will be a big gathering of willow trees the day after tomorrow, how about we sell some of them?"

Xia Qianqian looked at the soybeans on the ground, nodded and said: "Okay, I will work harder in the next two days to peel some beans."

Today is a sunny day. As soon as the scorching sun rises from the mountain, the haze above our heads in recent days is instantly dispelled.

After the meal, Xia Qianqian is going to pull all the edamame poles in the house to the yard and dry them in the sun.

First lay a bamboo mat in the yard and place the edamame poles on the mat. As long as they are dried in the sun, gently shake the edamame poles and the pods will split and the beans will pop out naturally.

It saves a lot of effort compared to picking them one by one.

After finishing the work, it’s almost noon.

Uncle Wang came early to see how the tofu was finished, and he was followed by the village chief Xu Jiang.

After experiencing so many things, Xu Jiang was very polite to her, and he was very enthusiastic when he saw her, "Xia Yatou, I heard from Uncle Wang that you can make tofu, let me come and see."

He called her affectionately like Uncle Wang.

"Yes!"

Xia Qianqian did not resist him and invited him in enthusiastically.

Remove the big stone pressing on the mold, lift up the wooden board, and uncover the white gauze on it. At a glance, the tofu inside is white and smooth.

Xia Qianqian cut it open with a knife and gave each of them a piece to taste.

The two old men took it and took a careful bite. They looked cautious. After a while, they suddenly looked at each other and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's really delicious."

Uncle Wang couldn't help but take another bite and said seriously: "Except for Liushu Daji's tofu, this is the first time I have eaten such delicious tofu in so many years!"

Xu Jiang also nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Xia Qianqian was praised, but she felt somewhat unworthy of it.

What's so good about this piece of raw tofu?

The tongues of ancient people were so satisfying.

"You two, wait a moment. Today at noon, I will show you my skills."

Xia Qianqian cut off a few pieces of tofu and started making a tofu feast.

A plate of mapo tofu, a plate of crispy tofu, and a plate of braised tofu, served with white rice.

Several people sat around and ate heartily.

Xu Jiang was considered someone who had seen big events, and he said in disbelief: "Xia Yatou, where did your cooking skills come from?"

Regarding this point, Xia Qianqian has already figured out a countermeasure.

She took out a book about cooking and put it on the table. "I met a street vendor half a month ago. I saw how many books he had there, so I bought it."

In these books, she printed modern recipes using ancient calligraphy.

Xu Jiang opened the book and didn't know what kind of pen it was written with. He exclaimed in surprise: "Girl, you have found a treasure!"

Uncle Wang rubbed his hands excitedly on the side, "This is a rare thing. Girl, you should hide it well so that no one will remember it."

Xia Qianqian suppressed a smile in her heart and nodded in agreement.

After the few people chatted happily, Xia Qianqian suggested: "Uncle Wang, I have an idea. We can't just sell tofu. How about some tricks?"

"What kind of trick?"

"I will write down the method of making tofu, and I will give you the cooking secret recipe when you buy tofu. If you can't learn it, I can also sell seasonings and semi-finished products."

"For those who are not good at cooking, you only need to put the tofu and seasonings together and cook them."

"This is a good idea." Xu Jiang was fascinated and clapped his hands in agreement.

Uncle Wang was a little worried, "Girl, you have given all the secret recipes to others. If someone imitates you, won't your business suffer?"

Uncle Wang’s idea is the traditional thinking mode of the older generation.

There is nothing wrong with it, but it does not conform to the win-win model.

"No problem!" Xia Qianqian was confident, "The more people know the secret recipe, the more people will buy tofu, which will also prompt us to continue to improve it."

She took out a drawer of tofu, cut it into pieces, and gave Uncle Wang and Xu Jiang two pieces each. She put the rest on a small bamboo board and put it on the table at the door.

She would hand a portion to anyone she met and said enthusiastically: "Master, my family has made tofu. I'll give you a portion to take home and try."

Yuan Bao was waiting aside and handed over a seasoning bag, "The day after tomorrow, when the business is open, there will be more tofu, five cents a pound, welcome to buy!"

Xia Qianqian's actions made many people look at her with admiration.

Not long ago, the bamboo baskets and dustpans she knitted were quite popular at the market.

This time, she made tofu again.

Most people know the process of making tofu, but doing it well is another matter.

In the market near Jiangcheng, only the aunt at Willow Tree Market is good at making tofu. However, since her death, there has been no heir. As a result, if people in the village want to eat tofu, they have to go to Jiangcheng to buy it.

Unexpectedly, at several small markets in Jiangcheng, there is a large flow of people and the supply of tofu exceeds the demand. Usually, you arrive late and cannot buy it at all.

Therefore, some families cannot eat tofu several times a year.

Suddenly, Xia's daughter jumped out and brought a piece of tofu. It looked white, tender and in good condition.

The word spread from ten to ten, and soon many people came to the Xia family’s gate to get tofu.

Even Liu Erniu from the west end of the village pulled a shovel and lined up behind everyone. When he came to him, he smiled naively, "Daughter-in-law..."

Before she finished speaking, Xia Qianqian had a cold face. He seemed to know how to read people's eyes, and he was afraid that she wouldn't give it to him, so he stretched out his hand timidly.

Xia Qianqian picked a large piece of tofu and handed it to him, "Next time you talk nicely, I'll give you a bigger one."

Liu Erniu held the tofu and nodded hurriedly, imitating others, "It smells good, it smells very good."

He held a shovel in one hand and tofu in the other, and ran home in a hurry.

On the east road, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves, and from a distance, a group of people and horses were rushing towards this side.

Are these people coming to grab tofu too?

In panic, everyone stood under the eaves and corners, watching anxiously.

Horse hooves came in bursts, the horse neighed, and a group of people stopped at the door of Xia's house.
Chapter completed!