Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 53

Lu Yao scrutinized the woman in the cart; he did not recognize her. She had even learned how to package the tofu, which he used to sell for three coins.

Back at the shop, Zhao Beichuan asked, "Is this the tofu sold outside?"

He had just heard from Xiaonian that today's tofu sales were slower than usual. He initially thought people had grown tired of it, but it turned out someone was selling it cheaper.

He picked up a piece and tasted it. The flavor was similar to their own, just a bit firmer, but still edible.

"Did Xu Bin give the recipe for tofu to someone else?"

Lu Yao shook his head, "It doesn't seem so. That woman is from the village; I don't know where she learned to make tofu."

"Could it be that Daman spread the method of making tofu?"

"That's unlikely... This is our livelihood. Why would he teach others and lose his own business?"

Currently, besides Lu Yao's family, only the restaurant, Daman, and his second brother knew how to make tofu. While it wasn't difficult, without the specific method, one couldn't figure it out on their own. Someone must have leaked the recipe.

Lu Lin wouldn't teach the recipe to anyone, and Daman shouldn't be that kind of person either. Could the method have come from the restaurant?

By evening, they had only two boards of tofu left, a first since opening the shop.

If that woman continued to sell tofu in town every day, their business would likely suffer.

After dinner, Lu Yao tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep.

Zhao Beichuan patted him comfortingly, "If we can't help it, let's lower the price to three coins. At least we won't lose as much."

Lu Yao turned over and said, "That's different. She sells from a cart, so if she can't sell it, she only loses the cost of the beans. We pay twenty taels a year for rent; no profit means a loss. What if she sells the recipe further? If everyone starts selling tofu, what will we do?"

Zhao Beichuan agreed, but there seemed to be no other solution. If they didn't lower the price, sales would only get worse. They couldn't force the woman to raise her prices to six coins, could they?

Lu Yao lay on his arm, thinking about a solution. Zhao Beichuan didn't disturb him, gently stroking his soft hair.

"We need to visit the restaurant tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Even if we lower the price, we should inform Xu Bin first. If he doesn't know, our sudden price drop might offend him."

"Yes."

"Also, besides tofu, we can sell other things: bean curd, soy milk, dried tofu, tofu skin..."

Lu Yao's eyes lit up as he spoke, "We could even turn into a breakfast stall!"

Zhao Beichuan swallowed, "Good, whatever you decide."

The more Lu Yao thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. There were many workers in town, especially in Xiasanli, who worked for shops and wealthy families. Take the Liu brothers next door; they were long-term workers at the grain shop, earning two taels a month.

With early mornings, cooking at home was inconvenient. If they could spend three to five coins for a meal, many would be willing to eat out.

"Our rented shop is spacious enough. We can convert the counter into tables and add some benches for customers to sit and eat!"