Judging from the way this old woman dresses, her demeanor, and the fact that she's always accompanied by servants, she must either have some money of her own or work as a servant in a wealthy household.

But no matter what it is, it seems to have nothing to do with my humble tofu pudding stall. I wonder what brings you here today?

"You're the stall owner? You're actually a young lady." Granny Wen was quite surprised when she saw Su Yun'er.

But then I thought: if it's a woman, that would be even more convenient.

"Madam, my master hasn't had much of an appetite lately. He occasionally passes by and smells a special aroma from the food you sell. I wonder what kind of unique food you're selling?" Granny Wen asked politely.

It seems this old woman didn't remember me.

Su Yun'er thought to herself, since the other party didn't recognize her, there was no need for her to remind them.

“You flatter me, Granny. This stall is just a way to make a living. There’s nothing special about it. It’s just some tofu pudding,” Su Yun’er said, leading Granny Wen into the tent. “And some stewed chicken as well.”

Inside the tent, everyone continued queuing to buy tofu pudding. He Liu was responsible for two people's tasks by himself, so the progress was a little slow.

But this didn't distract everyone, allowing them to occasionally glance at the new guest, Granny Wen.

"Tofu pudding? What is this?" Granny Wen asked in confusion.

"It's made by grinding soybeans into a paste and then using soy milk," Su Yun'er said, ladling out a bowl and handing it to Granny Wen.

Granny Wen sat down in a corner near the food cart and looked around.

Although it was simple, it was clean. It was peak dining time and there were many people, but the tables and floor were not dirty or messy at all. It was clear that the stall owner was a clean person.

My gaze then turned to the food cart.

There was a stove, bowls and plates, and some jars and pots for seasonings and ingredients, all neatly arranged and clean. It was clear that they were washed every day, and there was no grease or grime accumulating on the surfaces of the utensils.

Seeing this environment, Granny Wen nodded in relief.

She only dared to give food made by people who were clean and tidy to the masters of her household.

When the tofu pudding was served, Granny Wen hadn't planned to eat it, but she was stunned when she saw it.

I've never actually seen this kind of food before.

On the white food, in the soy sauce-colored gravy, there were some soybeans, some chopped pickled vegetables, green cilantro, and a touch of chili oil, which added color to the whole bowl of food.

For Granny Wen, who had seen many exquisite dishes and desserts, this dish called "douhua" was far too simple.

But the unique aroma that could be smelled from the entrance of the tent is now emanating from this bowl of tofu pudding.

"Could this be the food that the young lady was talking about that would give her an appetite?" Granny Wen wondered.

"Madam stall owner, is this the only kind of food you sell here?"

"And braised chicken," a laborer eating at the table answered first.

"Braised chicken? What's that?"

Like everyone else who heard the name for the first time, Granny Wen was puzzled.

“Look, that bowl is it.” He Liu pointed to a bowl of chicken in front of several laborers with the spoon in his hand.

The chicken, simmering in a rich sauce, was accompanied by green and yellow side dishes, all steaming hot. Just as Granny Wen looked over, a laborer was happily eating a potato.

It's just an unassuming bowl of stewed chicken.

The Sun family slaughters chickens every day, but they've never seen chicken meat prepared in such an unappealing way.

Granny Wen was worried: "Is this really something I can give to the young lady? Won't she get an upset stomach if she eats it?"

As if feeling that the worry on Granny Wen's face wasn't obvious enough, a laborer, carrying a half-eaten plate of peppered pork tripe and chicken, introduced it to Granny Wen: "If you ask me, the other food your master smelled must be this."

Granny Wen looked at the half-bowl of white soup, her eyes filled with doubt.

"This is called peppered pork tripe and chicken soup, it's perfect for winter..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was stopped by the servant next to Granny Wen: "What nonsense are you talking about! Pig stomach and intestines, how can you let my master eat such filthy things! Shut your mouth and stay quietly to the side."

The moment the words "filthy stuff" were uttered, the onlookers immediately became displeased.

"If your master is so aloof, then he shouldn't be looking for food in our poor folks' place!"

"That's right, what are you still doing here? Get out of here! You're disturbing Madam Su's business!"

"Pah! What's so noble about your master? The food he eats is just like what we eat—it all comes out in the same way!"

Hahahaha.

The mocking laughter from the crowd made Granny Wen and the others blush and turn pale in turns.

Granny Wen glanced at the servant with eyes as sharp as knives, and the servant immediately lowered his head, took a step back, and remained silent.

Granny Wen looked apologetically at Su Yun'er: "This child is still young and can't speak properly, please don't blame her, stall owner."

Su Yun'er didn't react much to this.

She knew that offal such as pig's stomach and intestines were not accepted here, and she also knew that throughout history, the servants of wealthy families were probably even less polite than the wealthy people themselves.

Or rather, wealthy people will pretend to be polite, while some servants won't even pretend.

"It's alright. It seems that the food I bought here isn't quite to the nanny's or her masters' liking. I won't take up any more of your time, nanny. Go and look for more."

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