She turned her head to look at Luofeng Tang standing beside her. There was also a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Then, Chef Zhou picked up the spicy piece again and took several bites in a row.

It seems like it won't stop.

Seeing this, Yang Ruqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He waited until Chef Zhou finished the two pieces of dried tofu in one breath, and even let out a satisfied burp.

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Yang Ruqing finally let out a relieved smile.

“Uncle Zhou, how are you? Is this tofu pudding for sale?” she asked.

Chef Zhou gave Yang Ruqing a thumbs up.

He said, "To put it simply, I've tasted countless delicacies in my life!"

"Anything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the water is an excellent ingredient."

"This is the first time in my life I've realized that such a small soybean can be made into such a delicious delicacy!"

Wonderful! Amazing!

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Flushed with a light blush, Yang Ruqing responded to Chef Zhou's praise.

She glanced at Luofengtang and found that he too had a smile in his eyes.

The boy stood there, his spine straight and a proud expression on his face.

Yang Ruqing withdrew her gaze and then introduced to Chef Zhou the extensions of this bean product, as well as her future plans.

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"This trip was rushed, so we made these two flavors of tofu pudding."

Next, I will also make tofu skin, tofu rolls, tofu puffs, stinky tofu, and tofu curd...

These bean products are great for stir-frying, soups, hot pot, or cold dishes.

"It's not picky about meat and vegetarian, can be used as a main course ingredient or as a snack for breakfast or dinner, can be paired at will."

Her voice was very pleasant, pure and free of any impurities.

The speaker's logic is clear and pronunciation is distinct.

This is the end of the paragraph.

Especially when describing a dish, it is vivid and lively.

Let Chef Zhou and Luofengtang both have an illusion, as if the dish was right before their eyes, they could smell the alluring aroma...

By the time she finished speaking, Chef Zhou's eyes were already gleaming with excitement.

He could already foresee that with the series of bean products coming in, Juwei Xuan's business was sure to reach new heights!

"About how much tofu can you make from one jin of soybeans?" Chef Zhou asked.

Yang Ruqing thought for a moment, "That depends on whether the soybeans are from this year or last year."

“If it were from those days, about one jin of soybeans could make one and a half jin of tofu.”

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If it were old beans, one could only make a pound of dried tofu.

Chef Zhou nodded and pondered for a moment: "Miss Yang, how about this? We'll keep the dried tofu and those bean sheets and rolls you mentioned at our restaurant. We'll charge by the jin."

“Stick to the old routine, three deliveries every three days. Each delivery should include fifty jin of each kind: tofu puffs, bean skins, and beancurd rolls.”

"Six cents a pound, how about it?"

Six cents a pound?

Soybeans cost three copper coins per jin when purchased.

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The cost of firewood and labor is not included in the calculation. After deducting spices and rapeseed oil, a pound can bring a pure profit of two cash coins.

A catty of pure profit, two cents. It's a thin profit margin.

Although the amount they need is large, their earnings from one delivery trip are still quite considerable.

Yang Ruqing readily nodded: "Deal!"

A verbal agreement is not as reliable as a written one.

Both parties signed two copies of the written agreement, each affixing their handprints.

Yang Ruqing took out the spicy dried sauce and sweet sauce she had brought and weighed them.

This trip, a total of ten catties of tofu skin were made. Last night, my family stir-fried a few pieces to try the taste, and just now, Chef Zhou was also allowed to try two pieces for free.

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As soon as it was weighed, the tofu brought was nine kilograms.

It costs fifty-four cash coins.

Adding tofu would cost 454 wen in total!

With the note from Chef Zhou in hand, Yang Ruqing went to the front accounting office and happily cashed it!

“Little buddy, there's a bonus!”

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Outside the restaurant, Yang Ruocheng handed one hundred and eighty-two copper coins to Luo Fengtang, strung together with hemp rope.

He kept for himself two hundred and seventy-two coins.

Luofeng Tang pushed his share back to Yang Ruqing: "I still have ten taels of silver at home. I don't need this money, so you don't have to give me any!" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"You don't need it? Silly boy, who ever minds having more money? Take it quickly!"

Luo Fengtang said: "I have enough money to buy land, renovate the house. You can take this money first!"

Yang Ruqing still refused: “This is your bonus, you should take it.”

Besides, your uncle isn't saving money for you to marry a wife? Save some more, and you can marry an even prettier wife in the future!

She giggled mischievously.

This isn't the first time I've teased him.

But this time, for some reason, I felt a bit sour.

Yang Ruqing didn't know why she had that feeling. Logically, she should be happy for her good friend who was saving up his money to get married.

But she just couldn't be happy, and was even a little upset.

Luo Fengtang's face flushed slightly.

He raised his hand and scratched his head, “Qinger, you're teasing me again. What wife or not a wife, that's my uncle who is in a hurry.”

“I only like to make tofu with you!” he murmured.

"What?"

Yang Ruqing thought she had misheard. She widened her eyes.

"You foolish boy, is making tofu more important than marrying a wife?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang nodded seriously.

Sunlight bathed the boy's rugged face, illuminating his handsome features, sincere and bright.

Yang Ruqing's lips curled up, and the trace of displeasure in her heart vanished instantly.

She tapped Luofengtang's shoulder lightly, "Silly boy, you're spouting nonsense again. Making tofu is important, and marrying a wife is important too."

Let's make tofu together, you save up your dowry and I'll save up my marriage money. Let's get rich together!

"Dowry money?"

Luo Feng Tang was surprised.

"Qing'er, your third uncle and his people want to arrange a marriage for you?"

His voice, laced with a hint of anxiety.

Yang Ruqing shook her head. "What are you talking about? I haven't even come of age yet, how could I be married?"

"Then what you just said..."

"It was just a casual remark. When we grow up, men will marry women, it's only natural!" Yang Ruoqing said nonchalantly.

"Oh." Luofengtang replied in a low voice, lowering her eyes.

Emotions, suddenly plummeted.

Yang Ruqing had her mind set on going to the market to buy groceries, as she was hosting guests at noon. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

She tugged at Luofengtang's arm: "Tang'ya, quickly put the money away, we have to get home from Washi soon!"

"Hmm!"

He responded with a sound, snatched Yang Ruqing's hand, and forcefully stuffed the one hundred and eighty-two coins into her palm.

“Keep this money for me. I’ll ask you for it when I need it!” he said.

Yang Ruoqing raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not your wife, so how could I possibly hold your money for you?” she said with a playful smile.

"I don't care, anyway, I want you to keep it!"

Having said that, Luofengtang released his hand, pushed up his unicycle, and strode forward.

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Behind her, Yang Ruqing stood frozen in place.

This silly boy, what stubborn thing has he done again?

Okay, I'll keep it safe!

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She quickly put the money away and ran after him, calling his name.

The two people had just left the wall when two figures chased them out from the back garden of Juwei Xuan.

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