The Lady's Sickly Husband

C15. Dishonest, a Man's Mind

Three days later, in the early morning sister Fang sent over a batch of tools required. Sister Guihua also came. The three of them worked for quite a while before tofu was successfully made.

Once fresh tofu was made, Mo Qianxue displayed her culinary technique and cooked a few dishes with tofu.

Tofu tasted smooth and tender, appetizing and refreshing. Sister Fang and Guihua, who never had this kind of dish before, so devoured that they almost swallow their tongues.

Here, there wasn't any type of pollution, so the taste of tofu was also particularly delicious. She also used the bone, from which the meat had all been scraped out by the hateful sister Zhao, to make some soup with which to stew the tofu. Therefore, the tofu naturally tasted extradentarily delicious.

Packing some tofu for the two, Mo Qianxue let them go back home and come here tomorrow morning.

Sister Fang refused to accept the bowl of tofu, hesitating, "Dear sister, shouldn't we give some to village head and elders? After all, we're just a few women. If anything happened, we need men to stand in front of us."

Mo Qianxue replied with a smile, "Thanks for you reminding, otherwise I really forget this. Truly, we should send some to village head and elders. After lunch, would you go together with me?"

How could she possibly forget that so much tofu made today was gift to others? What would be made tomorrow was for selling.

Hearing Mo Qianxue's words, sister Fang stopping insisting the courtesy and accepted the bowl and left. Such delicious food. Of course, she wanted to bring some back for her husband and children.

Six hundred cents per month and only-day work each day? And she ate and took at the same time. Sister Guihua had never thought of such a good thing would happen to her.

Her two hands rubbed against each other, saying a little shy, "Sister Ning. How can I take this? I've just worked for no more than half a day and just ate here. Then, how about I help you wash clothes..."

"Sister Guihua, we have many days ahead. Tofu is delicate food. If we make too much for once, it'll go sour anyway." Mo Qianxue smiled while tucking the bowl of tofu onto the hands of sister Guihua, half comforting and half joking, "If the tofu sells good in the future and we have to make more, don't complain of tiring."

Taking over the tofu, sister Guihua's eyes turned totally red. Ever since her husband's death, there wasn't a person who was so nice to her. Everyone accused her for bring bad luck to her husband. Even her maternal families stopped contact her.

This sister Ning was really a good person!

"Don't say this sister Ning. Though I'm thin, but I have a lot strength."

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When Ning Shaoqing came back from teaching at school, Mo also cooked for him a feast of tofu dishes.

Looking at these unique dishes, Ning Shaoqing's eyes lit up. After tasting each of them, he put down the chopsticks and asked calmly, "Are these the food you want to sell? Taste good, indeed. But how do you plan to sell?"

Since he rarely cared what Mo was doing, she told him the whole story of selling menu at Baiyunju, the restaurant. She also revealed some of her thoughts.

Of course she wouldn't sell it on the street. Her plan was to sell tofu to Baiyunju. As for what the restaurant would do to it, she didn't care.

A thing like tofu appeared mysterious before coming to existence, but once it was there, anyone who knew a little about pharmacology or who was clever would sooner or later figure out the mystery of brine.