Chapter 17 - 17 Chapter 017 Rent (1/2)

17 Chapter 017 Rent

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“Eat it while it’s hot.”

“Okay.” Zhuang Qingsui accepted the offer, taking a piece first for Zhuang Qingning: “Sister, you eat first.”

Zhuang Qingning chuckled, accepted it, and swallowed it down.

The tofu exuded an intense bean aroma, the texture was soft and maintained its integrity, producing a profound and lingering aftertaste.

In short, it was delicious.

“Not bad, it’s edible.” Zhuang Qingning smacked her lips: “Start eating, and taste the tofu we made.”

“Okay!” Zhuang Qingsui nodded heavily and began to eat the tofu.

“Delicious!”

Zhuang Qingsui let out a gasp of astonishment, before fairing two more pieces into her mouth as though she were starving, only then slowly savoring it: “It’s really delicious. This must be the most delicious tofu I’ve ever had.”

It is even tastier than the Physalis tofu Aunt Wen made.

“If we took this tofu to sell, it would definitely sell well.” Zhuang Qingsui’s nose went red with excitement.

If the tofu sold well, they wouldn’t need to worry about their livelihood in the future, and they could live a good life!

“You two girls, what are you talking about selling?”

Mrs. Wen, carrying an oil lamp, entered the kitchen.

“Aunt Wen, you’re up early.” Zhuang Qingning smiled: “We just finished the tofu, and we were thinking of letting you try it when you woke up.”

“How could I sleep with all the clanking going on all night?”

Mrs. Wen grunted and glanced at the neat block of tofu beside Zhuang Qingning, leaning forward to catch a whiff.

After examining it for a while, she straightened up with a wrinkled brow: “You do know how to curdle tofu with rice vinegar. At least, you’re not a fool.”

Zhuang Qingning swiftly cut a piece of tofu, made it into small pieces and placed it in a dish, handing it over to Mrs. Wen: “Aunt Wen, try it.”

Mrs. Wen maintained her stern expression, picked up a piece from the tofu bowl and tried it.

The more she chewed, the more she frowned.

And she was holding the tofu in her mouth without swallowing it at all.

“Aunt Wen, how’s the taste?”

Zhuang Qingning’s soft voice broke Zhuang Qingsui’s daydream, startling Mrs. Wen who was in deep thought.

Mrs. Wen seemed to snap back to reality, swallowed the tofu in her mouth, and asked: “Apart from rice vinegar, what else did you add when you curdled the tofu?”

As expected, Mrs. Wen had picked up on something unusual about the delicious tofu.

Zhuang Qingning smiled and replied: “This is the secret weapon my sister and I plan to rely on to establish ourselves. I absolutely can’t reveal it. Aunt Wen, when you used to run a tofu shop, you never shared the secret of Physalis with others, right?”

“So you’re not worried that if you don’t say it, I won’t rent this tofu shop to you?” Mrs. Wen’s eyes lifted slightly, emanating a flicker of coldness.

“But if Aunt Wen doesn’t rent it to me, you’ll never know what’s put in it. Maybe you won’t even get to eat it in the future.” Zhuang Qingning smiled slightly, looking up at Mrs. Wen.

They faced off, creating a tense atmosphere.

Neither party showed any sign of backing down.