Until the last two pieces of moldy tofu were dipped in seasoning, Jing Jing was not put in the tile jar, but put it in a bowl.

Then, she took some moldy tofu in the bowl with chopsticks and sent it to Xiao Changyi's mouth with a smile: "You taste it." ”

Xiao Changyi naturally opened his mouth and ate the moldy tofu on the quiet chopsticks.

"How?" Quiet asked.

"It tastes weird." Xiao Changyi tasted the product carefully before speaking. "However, it's delicious, and it should be very delicious."

"It's supposed to be appetizing, of course." Quietly smiled and put some moldy tofu into Xiao Changyi's mouth, and while sending it, she said again: "Xianggong, let me tell you, this taste is not bad, the taste of Qingfang bean curd is simply amazing, it smells very stinky, but it tastes very fragrant, many people in my world directly call Qingfang bean curd to make stinky tofu, haha"

Talking and talking, quiet and self-conscious. She had eaten stinky tofu once, and to be honest, it was really fragrant when she ate it, but she really couldn't stand the smell before she ate it.

But her grandfather and grandmother were very good at that bite.

As soon as Xiao Changyi heard the smell, he frowned almost invisibly, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Fortunately" Fortunately, you did this.

"Hehe" is quieter and happier. Immediately, she deliberately teased Xiao Changyi: "Xianggong, I see, if I have time in the future, I will make some green bean curd for you to taste." ”

Xiao Changyi: ""

"Haha" Seeing that Xiao Changyi didn't know what to do with her, she couldn't be quiet and happy, and after a while, she stopped laughing and said, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you, even if I really make green bean curd, I won't let you eat it." ”

Xiao Changyi let out a small breath.

Quietly saw him exhale, and he was happy again: "Hehe"

Xiao Changyi let her smile. As long as she doesn't let him eat that green bean curd, it's done.

When he stopped laughing, he took the lid and covered the earthen jar.

After staring at the tile jar for a while, she spoke: "Sixty yuan of tofu, fifteen yuan of liquor, ten yuan of chili powder, ten yuan of salt, this is the cost of cash alone cost ninety-five yuan, plus the time we spend, we have to sell at least eight yuan a pound to not lose money." ”

Xiao Changyi said: "Sell ten wen." ”

Quiet was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Isn't Shiwen a bit expensive?" "Pork is only 12 cents a catty.

To be honest, she thinks it is expensive to sell Bawen, but she doesn't do a loss-making business, and would rather stay at home and eat it than sell it at a price lower than the cost.

She eats everything, but she doesn't suffer.

"Sell for ten wen." Xiao Changyi is still the same. After a pause, he added, "If you can't sell it at this price, you can stay at home and eat it." ”

Domineering!

Originally planned to sell eight pennies a pound, he smiled quietly: "Okay, listen to you"

"Hmm." In response, Xiao Changyi went to the inner room and found a gray coarse cloth and put it on the table.

Then, he took a piece of charcoal at the door of the stove as a pen, and wrote the word "bean curd" on the gray coarse cloth.

Xiao Changyi's handwriting is not only vigorous and powerful, but also very atmospheric, quietly appreciating it, and asking curiously: "Who taught you to read?" ”

From the time Xiao Changyi showed her the household registration certificate stamped with the official seal, she knew that Xiao Changyi was literate, but she didn't expect that Xiao Changyi's characters would be so good.

"I once saved an old man on the battlefield, and the old man taught." Xiao Changyi said lightly.