On the tenth day of the eleventh lunar month, Feng's Embroidery Shop officially opened. Seeing the auspicious time, Feng Suyao had her shop assistant light firecrackers, the crackling sound echoing through the air. Yu Ge'er hid by the doorway, covering his ears, and smiled as he watched the crowds of people outside watching the excitement. Li Ge and Feng Suqin helped greet customers, while Feng Suyao was inside, introducing the embroidery products to customers. Even Yu Ge'er was busy getting customers embroidery thread, handkerchiefs, sachets, and other small items.

Those who need custom-made clothes are asked to go to the inner room to take measurements. Today is the first day of opening and there are no classes, so Feng Xiu Niang's students all come to join in the fun or help out.

Zhao Shiyun asked Yu Ge'er to bring a pot of peonies as a gift. Lin Yan has been staying at home recently, so he asked Zhao Shiyun to deliver the gift. Zhao Shiyun was busy with the work in the shop. He hurriedly bought a pot of peonies yesterday and asked Yu Ge'er to give it to Feng Xiu Niang today as a gift for the opening of the new store.

Lin Yan's feet started to swell a little, and his shoes became tight. Li Yuemei quickly made two larger pairs for him to wear, otherwise it would be painful to squeeze them.

Li Yuemei was currently making a cape for Lin Yan in the courtyard, while Lin Yan, bored, was helping make dried tofu skin in the tofu shop. Dried tofu skin sales were gradually stabilizing. Excluding the store's supply, they could sell an average of 50 to 60 kilograms per day. Adding in the orders from restaurants and peddlers, the total was over 100 kilograms per day. Lin Yan hadn't even approached the restaurant or peddler yet, but they came knocking on his door. They had signed an agreement, and Zhao Shiyun would deliver to the restaurant early each morning, while the peddler would pick it up himself.

So recently Li Yuemei asked a few relatives to help make bean curd sheets, otherwise the supply would be insufficient. Now the house is full of bamboo poles for drying the bean curd sheets, and there is almost no space to stand.

Lin Yan yawned and sat on a stool, occasionally picking up a piece of bean curd sheet. He had only just started helping make the sheets today; normally, Li Yuemei made them herself, and lately, she'd been making them with her relatives. Li Yuemei bit off the thread, unfolded her cloak, took a look, nodded with satisfaction, and prepared to go find Lin Yan to try it on.

She carefully avoided the bamboo poles and went to the tofu shop. She saw Lin Yan picking tofu skins. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Brother Yan, I was wrong, wrong, oops." Li Yuemei quickly put down her cloak, stepped forward quickly, took the bamboo pole from Lin Yan's hand, and took a look into the pot.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yan was puzzled.

"This is not how to make bean curd sheets. After the soy milk is heated, it needs to be kept warm, and only the ones that are picked out are bean curd sheets." Li Yuemei explained.

The tofu skin Lin Yan had just picked out was made after heating the soy milk. He turned off the heat and waited for the soy milk in the pot to form a layer of skin, then picked it up directly. During this process, the soy milk will slowly cool down, and the tofu skin that was picked out is relatively soft. Half a day has passed, and there is no change.

According to Li Yuemei, the soy milk for picking bean curd sheets needs to be kept warm. Usually they would light a small fire and then slowly pick the bean curd sheets. When the soy milk started to cool down, they would add firewood to heat it up. Now Lin Yan directly turned off the fire and did not heat it. The soy milk slowly cooled down, and the layer of skin that formed could not be picked out to form bean curd sheets.

Just now, when she entered the tofu shop and saw that the pot was no longer hot, she realized the problem.

Lin Yan suddenly realized something. He reached out and pinched the tofu skin he had picked, unfolded it, and pulled it. It was a little tough and relatively thin. Now that the water had drained out, it hadn't started to harden. Lin Yan felt that there was no difference. He looked left and right but couldn't see any difference.

"Oh, can't we eat this?" Lin Yan asked.

"Not really, it's just that it doesn't take shape and won't harden. It's always in this state. Because the first time we made bean curd sheets, they were hard and tasted delicious when fried. This one didn't harden, so I always thought it was made badly." Li Yuemei also studied it several times before concluding that soy milk needs to be kept warm, and the ones she picked out are the authentic bean curd sheets.

"Then I'll cook it and try it at noon." Lin Yan's eyes lit up. It was said that bean curd sheets were not edible before, but later they became a delicacy. This bean curd skin should be the same.

Lin Yan took all the tofu skins he had picked to the kitchen. There was no meat at home, so he just grabbed three eggs and planned to fry them with the meat.

After picking some green onions and red and green peppers from the vegetable garden, Lin Yan began to figure out how to cook it. The tofu skin was still soft, so he didn't need to soak it, so he just cut it into small pieces. He wasn't sure if it needed to be blanched, so he decided to skip it and just stir-fry it to see if it tasted good.

Beat three eggs, fry them in hot oil, and set aside after frying.

Pour a spoonful of lard into the pan. Heat the oil, add the chopped green onion, ginger, and garlic, and stir-fry until fragrant. Then add the tofu skin and stir-fry evenly. Add the green and red bell peppers and continue to stir-fry. Season with salt and light soy sauce. Finally, add the scrambled eggs, stir-fry evenly, and serve.

The fried dish was served on the plate, and Lin Yan took a bite with chopsticks. The moment the bean curd skin entered his mouth, it was soft and tough with just the right amount of chewiness. He could feel the fragrance of beans bursting between his teeth while chewing. The more he chewed, the tougher it became, but it didn't strain his teeth at all.

Lin Yan couldn't help but pick up another piece with chopsticks. The bean curd skin just out of the pot was covered with sauce, and the aroma of sauce, freshness and mellow bean fragrance were intertwined. When he took a bite, the rich taste instantly exploded in his mouth. It was moderately salty and fresh, with a long aftertaste. Even the egg was covered with bean fragrance.

"Amo, Amo! Come quickly!" Lin Yan excitedly ran out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand to find Li Yuemei.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Li Yuemei thought something had happened and hurried over.

"Try it." Lin Yan handed her the chopsticks.

Li Yuemei picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously, "Delicious!"

"Yeah, I think so too." Lin Yan smiled and put the plate on the table, preparing to get some porridge for lunch.

"Mom, ask dad to come and try it." Relatives who come to work are not provided with food. They go back to eat at noon and come back in the afternoon.

Just like that, the family of three ate a mouthful of porridge in the yard, and soon finished a plate of fried bean curd skin and eggs. Li Yuemei was still not satisfied, "How about we make some more? Yu Ge'er and Shi Yun haven't had any yet."

Lin Yan nodded and said, "Then I'll make it this afternoon." We can also make more to add to the new dishes in the shop, or sell them.