Zhang Lan looked around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly poured the croton powder into the soy milk, stirred it with a spoon to make sure it was completely dissolved, and then sneaked out of the kitchen. As she left, she thought smugly, "Lin Wanqiu, you think you're so great? Let's see how you get out of this! Once everyone gets diarrhea from eating your tofu, let's see how you'll maintain your reputation in the village!"
When Lin Wanqiu returned from the supply and marketing cooperative and entered the kitchen, she immediately sensed something was wrong—the soy milk seemed a little darker than usual and had a faint, strange smell. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly picked up a spoon and took a sip. The soy milk tasted a bit bitter, completely different from its usual flavor.
"Oh no!" Lin Wanqiu's heart tightened. She quickly poured out the soy milk and carefully checked the kitchen. She found that the bag of plaster powder had been moved, and there was a small pinch of white powder next to it. She dipped her finger in it, smelled it, and a familiar scent wafted up—it was the smell of croton powder!
Lin Wanqiu instantly understood that it must have been Zhang Lan who did it! She was so angry that she was trembling, but she quickly calmed down—luckily, she found out early, otherwise, if she had sold the tofu with croton powder, she would not only have ruined her own reputation, but also harmed the people who ate the tofu, and then Secretary Zhou would not have been able to protect her.
Shen Nian'an rushed in and saw that Lin Wanqiu looked unwell. He quickly asked, "Mother, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Lin Wanqiu patted her son's head, suppressing her anger, and said with a smile, "It's nothing. I just think the soy milk is a little stale, so I'm throwing it away and making it again. Nian'an, go and see if Aunt Wang and the others have arrived yet. We still need to teach them how to make pumpkin tofu today."
Shen Nian'an nodded and skipped out. Lin Wanqiu watched her son's retreating figure, silently vowing in her heart: Zhang Lan, you've gone too far this time! I won't let you get away with this. What you owe me, I will make you pay for!
She ground the soybeans again, carefully checked everything to make sure there were no problems, and only then did she start making tofu. Soon after, Aunt Wang and the others arrived. Lin Wanqiu feigned composure and continued teaching them how to make pumpkin tofu, but in her heart, she was plotting how to deal with Zhang Lan so that she would never dare to cause her any more trouble.
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