Mo Yan left a bowl of soy milk for Tan Zi'an and added a little sugar to it. "Drink it."
Tan Zian looked at the bowl of white sugar and felt a mix of emotions. He also glanced outside and saw that the sky was beginning to brighten.
Before, his mother would wake him up at this time every day, give him a bowl of hot soy milk, and then some tofu pudding before he went to school.
Back then, he thought it was too early, but now he realizes it wasn't too early at all; he was just getting up too late, and even the soy milk was...
"What are you looking at?" Mo Yan glared at him, and Tan Zi'an's eyes suddenly reddened, the kind that show extreme distress. He burst into tears, crying and shouting, "Mom, I was wrong, it's all my fault."
Mo Yan's lips twitched. Although she didn't know why he felt guilty, but...
"I thought I wouldn't wake you up to work tomorrow if you were like this. Hurry up and drink it. We still have things to do after you drink it. We still need to wait for the tofu to be pressed."
After the soy milk is filtered, you start to coagulate the tofu. Once it's done, put it into a tofu mold, wrap it in a cloth, press it down with a wooden board, and place a stone on top. This way, you can quickly make tofu.
Mo Yan also has a small cart with tofu on it when she goes to the county town. She filters the tofu along the way, and when she arrives, she puts all the tofu on the stall with buckets underneath.
Tan Zian then realized what was happening and quickly drank some soy milk to help.
It was already 8:30 when they left home, a full five hours later.
He was a little sleepy, and in a daze, he followed them to the place and started selling tofu.
He was actually a little embarrassed. He had never done anything like this before, and he felt awkward and couldn't bring himself to say anything.
After being hit a few more times, Tan Zian finally opened his mouth, "Selling tofu, selling tofu..."
After selling the tofu, Mo Yan showed him that it only cost a few yuan, and then they went back together.
On the way back, he walked again, and he felt like his feet were about to get blisters.
When they returned to the village, they heard that Li Qian's house had been burgled.
Mo Yan and Tan Zi'an looked at each other, thinking, "This is interesting."
When I passed by their house, I saw the old lady sitting on the ground crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang herself, while also cursing.
"Help! Who the hell is this? Breaking into someone's house to steal things!"
"Thieves are shameless and will never have a good end; may their children be born without an anus!"
Mo Yan's lips twitched. That was some serious cursing...
At this moment, the old lady's son arrived and whispered several words in her ear.
The old lady stood up abruptly, cursing, "That damned brat!"
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