Chapter 29: Do me a favor (update)

That’s why this happened today.

So, if we trace the root of this matter back to the beginning, it was all caused by him?

Li Fang was suddenly at a loss.

He had already provoked Feng Yongkang to scold him today. If Feng Yongkang knew that this incident of his had caused such a big mess, he would probably lose even a month's salary.

That would have been fine, but if Chef Zhang knew that he had done this, even if he had no intention of shutting down Chang Ji Tofu Shop's business, with Chef Zhang's temper, he probably wouldn't listen to any of his explanations and would just take a kitchen knife to demand an explanation from him.

When he thought of this, Li Fang broke out in cold sweat all over his body, and most of his back was wet without him noticing.

Ma Tong looked at Li Fang trembling with fear with great interest, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is what is called, it's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come. People really must not have evil thoughts or do bad things, otherwise they will suffer retribution sooner or later.

Ma Tong no longer paid any attention to Li Fang and was busy doing his own work.

Li Fang was absent-minded, so he took the towel and went on to wipe the table. ——Perhaps the work and rest schedule of the past few days had become a habit, so in the evening, Zhuang Qingning would wake up automatically, cook dinner as usual, and then call Zhuang Qingsui to get up.

At midnight, I went to Uncle Wen's house to grind tofu.

The next morning, Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui left the tofu pudding and tofu that Mrs. Wen needed and prepared to go out.

"Wait." Wen called them from behind.

"Aunt Wen, is there anything wrong?" Zhuang Qingning put down the bamboo basket on his back first.

"When you come back at noon, bring me a pound of meat, with some fat and some lean meat, for making dumplings. It must be the pork belly from the front shoulder, nothing else." Mrs. Wen ordered, tugging at her purse, taking out seven coins and handing them to Zhuang Qingning: "Use the rest to buy two taels of wine."

"You can go to the Huoji Brewery in town and tell them that it's the wine I want. They will know what kind of wine to give you. The wine jug is on the windowsill in the kitchen, take it yourself."

"Okay." Zhuang Qingning agreed readily, took the money, picked up the wine jug from the windowsill, and led Zhuang Qingsui to the town as usual.

As it is a big market day, the town is having another busy day today.

After selling tofu in the town for a few days, Zhuang Qingning's small stall has attracted some repeat customers. Coupled with the word-of-mouth reputation, today's business is much better than the last time he came to the market.

By the time the sun rises to mid-sky, the tofu is almost sold out.

Looking at the remaining large piece of tofu, Zhuang Qingning took out a scale to weigh it and found that it was only about ten pounds. After thinking about it, he covered the tofu with a cage cloth for the time being and stopped Zhuang Qingsui from shouting there.

With one penny, they bought half a pound of fried small twisted dough sticks from the store, and drank the tea they brought from the gourd pot at home. The two sisters ate while chatting and helping Liu, who was standing nearby, to sell donkey rolls.

Today, Ge Hetong also came to sell pea cakes, but the pea cakes he brought this time were not as much as the last time he came to the market, and he looked listless. After arriving here, he did not set up his stall with them, but just moved his stall to the side, leaving a few stalls between him and them.

He didn't even say a word to them.

"What happened to Mr. Ge?" Zhuang Qingning was quite surprised and asked Liu in a low voice.

"I don't know." Liu also looked over there, then raised her eyebrows: "This old man Ge has been selling pea cakes in the town for two or three years. He usually comes to set up a stall and hangs out in the crowd. He goes wherever there is a lot of activity."

"This place we are in is not the best place, but it is quite lively. The place he is in is much quieter. I don't know what he is thinking."

"But since he didn't come over and didn't even say anything, I guess something must have happened. But since he didn't say anything, I guess he didn't want to say it, so let's not ask for now."

"That's right." Zhuang Qingning nodded in approval.

Since he didn't say anything, I think this matter is difficult to talk about. If he were to ask about it, it would be even more embarrassing.

It would be better to wait until the other party is willing to speak before talking about this matter.

Zhuang Qingning simply stopped thinking about it and continued to help Liu sell donkey rolls, chewing on the crispy and fragrant fried dough twists from time to time. She even found a chance to stuff a few into Liu's mouth and let her eat them as snacks.

"Is there any more tofu?" A tall and thin middle-aged man walked straight up to Zhuang Qingning and asked.

Zhuang Qingning thought for a moment and said, "How much do you want?"

"Ten pounds." said the other party.

"I'm sorry, there's not that much, at most two kilograms." Zhuang Qingning explained.

"Eh?" The man looked at the tall cage cloth in surprise and said, "This tofu must be at least ten pounds, how can you say there is none?"

"To be honest, someone reserved eight kilograms of tofu yesterday, but he hasn't come to pick it up yet. Minus the eight kilograms left for him, there are only two kilograms left," Zhuang Qingning explained.

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"Well." The man stood in front of the tofu stall, pondered for a moment, and said, "Well, isn't your tofu one cent a pound, two cents for two and a half pounds? I want ten pounds of tofu, and I'll give you ten cents, which is more than what other people give. Is that okay?"

"I'm sorry, this is really not possible." Zhuang Qingning continued with a smile, "I have already promised others something, and even received the deposit. If I break my promise again, it would be a betrayal. This is absolutely not allowed."

"Thank you for your support. If you come to sell tofu again tomorrow, I will weigh it higher for you."

"Eleven cents."

"Twelve Wen!"

Seeing that Zhuang Qingning still had no intention of agreeing to his request, the man suddenly became anxious and said, "To be honest, my mother has not been feeling well recently. As it is her birthday tomorrow, I thought of inviting relatives and neighbors to come to my house to have some fun. It can also be considered as a way to cheer my mother up and relieve her illness."

"According to local custom, my mother must eat tofu meatball soup on her birthday, so I thought of buying some tofu and making meatball soup at home to entertain relatives and neighbors."

"Two days ago, my wife went shopping for groceries and bought some tofu from your shop. My mother ate it and said it tasted great. She told me to use your tofu when she makes tofu meatball soup tomorrow. So I hurried over to buy some."

"Because to make these tofu balls, you need to get up early in the morning to crush the tofu, marinate it, and then fry it, which takes a long time. In addition, it will be almost noon and you still have to serve people. If you wait for the girl to come and buy it tomorrow when she sets up her stall, I'm afraid she will be in a hurry and won't be able to make it well."

"Miss Worry, please be flexible and give me some convenience. I'll be grateful."

After the man said this, he bowed in public.

He is gentle, sincere and polite, and a very filial person.

Zhuang Qingning pursed her lips.

(End of this chapter)