Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 25

The first thing Lu Yao did when he woke up the next morning was to check on the tofu.

Removing the wooden board, he saw neatly square blocks of tofu, almost indistinguishable from those bought in modern times. He used a spatula to cut off a piece for his own consumption and another to give to Grandma Zhao next door, borrowing her scale in the process.

Next came the challenge of how to transport the tofu. The slab weighed nearly sixty pounds, too heavy for him to carry alone.

Just as Lu Yao was feeling troubled, Zhao Beichuan arrived with a wooden wheelbarrow. "I borrowed this from the Qin family in the back yard. I hope it's useful."

"It is! You're amazing, husband!"

Zhao Beichuan's face turned red all the way to his neck as he hurriedly loaded the tofu onto the wheelbarrow and left clumsily.

Lu Yao laughed so hard his stomach hurt; teasing this young man was truly entertaining.

The small wheelbarrow wobbled as he pushed it, taking considerable effort to maintain balance. Next was selling tofu in the village!

Back in college, he and some classmates had set up a stall at the night market, selling plush toys and trinkets. At that time, being young and shy, they were hesitant to approach customers. Now, having lived two lifetimes, Lu Yao no longer cared about appearances. Life was more important than face; what could it be worth if not food?

Stepping out, he began calling out, "Tofu~ Fresh tofu~~~"

Zhao Xiaonian and Zhao Xiaodou heard the call and ran out from Grandma Zhao's house, joining Lu Yao in shouting, "Tofu! Selling tofu!"

Their first customer soon arrived: Neighbor Tian Er's sister-in-law.

Yesterday, Lu Yao had given her a pound of tofu, which her family hadn't had enough of. Today, she wanted to buy more to take to her parents.

"Sister-in-law buying tofu?" Lu Yao asked as she approached with a bowl of beans.

"Buying! Yesterday, following your instructions, I made a pot of tofu soup that was tender and smooth—delicious! I want to buy more for my mother."

"Sure, I'll give you a bit extra." Lu Yao took the bowl, poured the beans into a sack, and scooped a large piece of tofu into it. These pieces didn't need weighing; they were definitely heavier than the beans.

Tian Er's sister-in-law smiled broadly. "Your tofu is delicious; it's sure to sell well." With that, she left carrying the bowl.

Pushing the wheelbarrow towards the village, Lu Yao deliberately raised his voice as he passed Song Changshun's house, "Tofu—fresh, tender tofu~"

Soon, a muscular figure emerged from the yard. This was Lin Daman, Song Changshun's husband.

He was tall and rugged-looking, and if not for the bright red pregnancy mole on his cheek, one might not recognize him as a man.

"Hey, what are you selling?"

Lu Yao stopped and said, "Tofu made from beans. Try a piece."

Lin Daman walked over, first sizing up Lu Yao, then curiously examining the tofu on the wheelbarrow.

Lu Yao cut a small piece with a spatula for him to taste. "You can exchange beans for tofu, one pound for one pound, or use copper coins, six coins per pound."

"I'll be right back; let me get some beans."

As he left, Zhao Xiaonian couldn't help but speak up, "Sister-in-law, why are you selling to him? His husband and Song Ping's mother are plotting against you."