"No, no."

The male voice outside the door said hurriedly.

"I just want to ask, do you want tofu today?"

"Little Suncai." The old shopkeeper sat up straight and said to the outside, "How many times have I told you that the tofu you have is really not delicious, don't sell it, don't do it either, it's better to farm honestly.

"

He said and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang again.

"This is Dalang's village. He originally went to be a Taoist priest. Later, the Taoist temple disbanded and he came back. I don't know who he learned the same weird craftsmanship. He made some kind of tofu from soybeans. He went around to buy it, but no one bought it.

Even at such an old age, he doesn’t even think about his livelihood..." he said. [Note 1]

Before she finished speaking, Cheng Jiaoniang spoke.

"I'll buy it," she said.

The people in the room were stunned for a moment, and no one responded.

"Tell him to come back, I want to buy something." The maid shouted in a loud voice.

The shouts frightened Brother Sun and he almost ran away. He was still a little trembling when he was carried into the house.

The maid dug out a piece from the tofu basket and brought it to Cheng Jiaoniang.

Cheng Jiaoniang took a bite with a spoon and tilted her head slightly.

The maid understood and hurriedly took the spittoon in the hall, and Cheng Jiaoniang vomited into it.

"Madam, I've tasted this before. Although it's edible, it's not very tasty," the old shopkeeper said.

Cheng Jiaoniang wiped her mouth and looked at the young Taoist priest kneeling in the hall.

"You did it?" she asked.

Brother Sun nodded, not daring to raise his head.

"I, I learned it from my master." He stammered, "We made it when we were refining alchemy. Although it doesn't taste good, it's good for your health."

"Little Sun Cai, if this is good for your health, your master will not die from taking the elixir." The old shopkeeper shook his head, "Speak politely and don't talk arrogantly."

Brother Sun lowered his head and did not dare to say anything more.

Cheng Jiaoniang stood up and walked over a few steps. People in the hall didn't know what she was doing and couldn't help but watch.

Cheng Jiaoniang stood in front of Brother Sun's basket, stretched out her hand to lift up the wet cloth, and looked at the tofu inside.

"Madam..." Brother Sun couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to buy tofu? It's really, really good."

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.

"Are you selling it?" she asked.

Brother Sun was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.

"Sell it, sell it, I make tofu for sale." He nodded and said repeatedly.

"No." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and said again, "Are you selling it?"

ah?

Brother Sun and everyone in the hall were stunned.

"Brother Sun, my wife is asking you, are you for sale?" the maid came back to her senses and asked suddenly.

The people in the hall suddenly understood and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang in disbelief.

Brother Sun was also shocked and looked up at the woman in front of him.

"You want to buy me?" he asked in a voice, pointing at himself.

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Note 1: It is said that tofu originated from the burning of elixirs by Liu An, King of Huainan in the Han Dynasty. Japanese scholars studied "Qing Yi Lu" and believed that it originated in the late Tang Dynasty. The above statement and "Qing Yi Lu" were all written by people in the Song Dynasty. Poems during the Song Dynasty
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