Chapter 25
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After Aunt Li left their house, rumors spread in the village that night that Cheng Yeran was studying making tofu at home.
Some villagers went to the village chief to ask if Cheng Yeran's family had left behind any ancestral recipe. The village chief was stunned. He had never heard of any ancestors who could make tofu, so he didn't know what this kid was doing.
This incident spread throughout the village overnight, and the next morning, several aunts were still talking about it when they got together to chat.
"I heard that he bought a secret recipe and is researching how to make tofu at home. Aunt Li said so."
“Can I really buy the secret recipe?”
"Just listen to his nonsense. The secret recipes are handed down from our ancestors. If they were sold casually like buying vegetables, wouldn't every family be able to make it?"
"Even if there is a secret recipe, it would cost at least a hundred taels of silver. Otherwise, why would I sell it to him?"
"Maybe he saved that man's life."
"If an outsider came to this village, the news would spread immediately. Have you seen outsiders entering the village these days?"
"Never heard of it."
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The villagers not only discussed it privately, but also went to Cheng's house to see if he was really making tofu. However, everyone went there with the intention of watching a joke.
The door of Cheng's house happened to be open, so they walked in directly. "Xiao Cheng, I heard that you are making tofu. How is it going?"
One of the elder brothers smiled and said, "Tofu is not something that everyone can make. You should just focus on farming and stop fooling around."
After everyone entered the yard, they saw that Cheng Yeran and Shen Yuntang had already laid out the prepared tofu.
Cheng Yeran looked at the crowd in front of him in surprise: "I haven't even started promoting yet and you're all here. Is the tofu I make so delicious? It's attracted you all?"
"Done, done?" The villagers watching couldn't believe their eyes. There was indeed tofu on the table, white and tender.
"Is this edible? It doesn't just look like tofu, does it?" The big brother who had just mocked Cheng Yeran was making sarcastic remarks again. If he admitted that Cheng Yeran really made tofu, wouldn't that be a slap in his own face? So he would rather continue to belittle him than admit that he was wrong.
"You can try it." Cheng Yeran cut a piece of tofu, cut it into small pieces and put it on a plate. "If you are not sure about the taste, you can try it first. If you are sure, then buy it."
There was free tofu to eat, and everyone was happy to try it. Except for the big brother who had just mocked the most, everyone else tried a small piece of tofu.
“So tender and smooth, better than what you buy at the market.”
"Let me try it. The Cheng family kid is really good. He even knows how to make tofu. This kid has a promising future since he was young."
"It wasn't me who did it. It was my husband who did it." Cheng Yeran couldn't control the heat at all and asked Shen Yuntang to do the whole process.
Shen Yuntang, who was standing by, was at a loss when he heard his words. When he tried yesterday, he never thought he could succeed, but today Cheng Yeran took all the credit for him, which made him feel very ashamed.
"Did you really buy this secret recipe? Who did you buy it from?"
"When did outsiders come to the village? I heard that he sold the secret recipe to you because you saved his life?"
Cheng Yeran had never told anyone about the secret recipe of tofu. The rumor about buying the secret recipe was spread by Aunt Li. He was worrying about what kind of excuse to make up, but the villagers made one for him.
Cheng Yeran nodded quickly, "You all know it, so I won't say much. In the past, there was no one selling tofu in our village, so it was inconvenient to eat tofu. In the future, you can come to my house to buy it. The price will definitely not be more expensive than at the market."
Those who tried the tofu took out money and said they wanted to buy it, and those who didn't have cash said they wanted to exchange it for rice or vegetables.
The person who just laughed at the joke and said something sarcastic couldn't bring himself to buy it. Not only did he not buy it, he also didn't want others to buy it: "What if he gets sick from eating it? He just learned how to eat it. Can he know how to control it? I dare not buy it."
"It's just right that you don't buy it. No one will snatch it from me." An auntie counted the people present, and then counted the amount of tofu. At least half of the people present couldn't buy it.
"Those who don't want to buy, please get out. We'll buy it." Another aunt had already taken out the money.
Cheng Yeran didn't understand how to calculate money in ancient times, so he asked Shen Yuntang to take charge of collecting the money.
Yesterday I made tofu for the first time. I didn’t dare to make too much, so I just made one board. It was sold instantly and I made a lot of copper coins.
After everyone left, Shen Yuntang happily counted the money.
Cheng Yeran propped up her chin and looked at him: "How about it, I said there is a way to make money, and it really is, is your husband powerful?"
Shen Yuntang didn't understand what the word "husband" meant. Although he had never heard of it, he remembered that Cheng Yeran was educated and the word "husband" should be a word from the book. Although he didn't understand it, looking at the tone and expression of Cheng Yeran when he said this word, he could guess most of it. It should be similar to "husband".
Shen Yuntang counted the money and was so happy that he counted it again. In the past, when Cheng Yeran called himself her husband, he would always despise his bad habits, but today he didn't say anything. As long as he could make money, it didn't matter if his tone was a little disgusting.
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