Chapter 25
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The tofu here costs one cent per piece. This time, they made a plate of sixteen pieces and made sixteen cents.
The money was not much, but Shen Yuntang counted it many times.
Cheng Yeran was tired of watching: "How many times do you have to count? You're rubbing the money until it's smooth."
"Let's make more tomorrow." Shen Yuntang suddenly remembered something and pointed at the tofu mold. "Where did you make that? I didn't see you go to the carpenter in the village."
"You're not watching me all the time, so how do you know whether I've gone there or not?" Cheng Yeran didn't even see when the mold was delivered, but he suddenly appeared at the door.
He had wanted to see how the program crew managed to drop his express delivery, but he waited for half the night when the express delivery arrived last time and didn’t see it. The next afternoon, when he came back from fetching water, he saw that the express delivery had arrived.
I don’t know whether the program crew will reimburse him for the things he bought during the show.
"Which carpenter are you looking for?" Shen Yuntang felt that he didn't even know where his own fields were, so how could he find the location of the carpenter.
Fortunately, Cheng Yeran had become familiar with the situation in the village recently. He treated this variety show as a game. He first ran through the map of the village, and then became familiar with the locations of some craftsmen in the village. Shen Yuntang's questions were not difficult for him at all.
"It's Carpenter Zhang at the entrance of the village." Cheng Yeran made up a lie. Anyway, his family had no dealings with Carpenter Zhang, so he was not afraid that Shen Yuntang would ask him.
Moreover, he regarded Shen Yuntang's questions as a test to test his familiarity with the village.
He suspected that teammates could be changed in this game. If Shen Yuntang felt that he was useless and chose another team, he would not be able to win the game alone.
Even if he was assigned a new teammate, he didn't want to replace anyone else, especially Shen Yunfeng. Although the two looked very similar, they were very different.
"But last time you asked me if there was a carpenter in the village to repair the door of our house. I said my father was a carpenter. Why did you ask someone else to do it? How much did it cost? Isn't the money in my hands? Where did you get the money?" Shen Yuntang always felt that something was wrong. Could it be that Cheng Yeran had some private money?
He also never told me where he bought the secret tofu recipe, but everyone in the village knew it. In this way, he is obviously Cheng Yeran's husband, but he is not as good as the villagers, as if he is the outsider.
"Don't ask anymore." Cheng Yeran quickly turned around to grind the beans he had soaked last night. If he was asked any more questions, he wouldn't know what to say.
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But in Shen Yuntang's eyes, this was just a sign of impatience.
He touched the copper coin in his hand, and he was no longer as excited as before. Instead, he was depressed by Cheng Yeran's reaction.
He irritably threw a handful of copper coins into the clay pot, which made a crackling sound.
Cheng Yeran heard the sound and turned to tease him, "You're about to smash the jar."
"What's wrong? Are you worried about your jar?" Shen Yuntang walked into the house angrily holding the small jar.
"Why are you angry?" Cheng Yeran felt puzzled. What did he just say?
They were on the show together, so Shen Yuntang should have known that he could shop online. Could it be for some other reason?
Think he's too stupid? The only two steps in making tofu are soaking the beans and grinding the beans, which he does, and the rest is all done by Shen Yuntang.
Is Shen Yuntang too tired? Want to change teammates?
He quickly put down the work in his hands and followed him into the house: "Didn't you say your home just now? Why didn't you say our home? Where do you want to go?"
Shen Yuntang was too lazy to pay attention to him and lowered his head to string together the copper coins he earned today.
"Don't you want to keep a record?" He thought there should be a competition on how much money one could make, and it would get confusing if he didn't write it down.
Shen Yuntang looked up at him speechlessly: "Did you do this on purpose?"
"What are you doing on purpose? Can we discuss something? Can you just say what's on your mind? If you're throwing a tantrum like this and ask me to guess, I can't." If Cheng Yeran had met someone who threw a tantrum like this before, he would have turned hostile long ago, but Shen Yuntang was different.
Shen Yuntang lowered his head and did his own thing. "If you don't want to guess, you don't have to guess. Who told you to guess? Isn't this asking for trouble?"
"I asked you because I care about your feelings. I didn't mean to quarrel with you." Cheng Yeran leaned over to look at his face with one hand on the table. Although he had a blank expression, his eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry.
"You said I wouldn't tell you anything, but you told me? Why did everyone in the village know about the tofu incident, but I was the only one who didn't know?" Shen Yuntang looked up at him, "If I didn't sleep by your pillow every night, would I doubt that we are really a family?"
"Oh, so this is why you're angry?" He breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought it was something else. It's a long story..."
He was about to explain when he looked up and saw a figure standing outside the window. It was Uncle Zhang from the village.
Uncle Zhang noticed that Cheng Yeran was looking at him, so he stood up straight and walked to the door, pretending nothing happened and said, "Are you quarreling? It's better for a husband to be gentle. Men like gentle women. You can't have such a bad temper."
"I just like to coax him, it's none of your business?" Cheng Yeran looked at him unhappily, "I didn't know before that Uncle Zhang also likes to spy on other people's homes?"
Uncle Zhang's face turned red and white. "I wanted to ask you if you still have any tofu. What's your attitude? Do you still want to do business well? Don't even think about making a penny from me in the future."
"Goodbye." Cheng Yeran raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation. "Next time you dare to lean on my window, I will take down your window and let people on the street see what your house looks like."
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