There is a kind of scholar

Chapter 4
Arrive in front of Liu Huixiang's house.

It was still early, the tofu stall hadn't opened yet, and the door was tightly closed. Only the sound of the stone grinder could be heard from inside.

dong dong dong.

Su Xian knocked on the door lightly.

The sound of stone grinding paused, and Zhang Cuihua's voice came out: "Who is it? Come back later to buy tofu."

"Sister Zhang, this is Su Xian. I have something to discuss with Mrs. Liu. Please open the door first." Su Xian shouted.

There were muffled discussions in the room.

I couldn't hear clearly, but it seemed that Zhang Cuihua disagreed, but Liu Huixiang insisted.

After a while, Zhang Cuihua opened a crack in the door, stuck out her head and looked around. When she saw no one around, she opened the door completely and said, "Come in."

Su Xian scratched his head, always feeling that her behavior was weird...

After entering the room, Zhang Cuihua slammed the door behind her and pulled the bolt.

Su Xian looked at the room, which was about thirteen or four square meters in size. There was a stone mill in the middle and several wooden barrels neatly placed beside it, some filled with water and some soaked in beans.

In the groove of the stone mill, there is snow-white slurry, which is flowing into the wooden barrel below.

The room was not big, but after it was filled with stone mills, wooden barrels, and some necessary items, it seemed a bit crowded.

Liu Huixiang stood pretty next to the stone mill. She had a graceful figure, a beautiful face, and her skin was as white and tender as the tender tofu she made by herself, smooth and thin.

In his hand was a wooden spoon for adding ingredients.

In this way, it will be worthy of the name of "Tofu Xishi".

"Mrs. Liu, excuse me." Su Xian bowed.

"You're welcome, Mr. Su." Liu Huixiang put down the wooden spoon and replied with a blessing.

"I don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. There is something I want to discuss with my wife."

"Have you had breakfast, Mr. Su?"

Liu Huixiang wiped off the water stains on her hands, walked towards the small wooden table against the wall, and waved, "Young Master is a guest, why don't we have breakfast together."

Without waiting for Su Xian to agree, she turned to Zhang Cuihua and ordered: "Bring me a set of bowls and chopsticks."

"How can you be so embarrassed..." Su Xian was about to decline politely, but the smell of porridge penetrated his nostrils, and his stomach began to growl.

He glanced at the large pot of porridge on the table and immediately changed his mind: "Mrs. Liu kindly invites me, but I would be disrespectful to refuse."

After saying that, he walked towards the small wooden table with a shy face.

He is a realistic person, and his body is his own, so he should eat before he is full.

The small wooden table is against the wall and has only three seats.He took a seat by the wall, Liu Huixiang sat opposite, and the remaining seat facing the wall was reserved for Zhang Cuihua.

It's June now, and the weather is hot. Although the sun has just risen, Su Xian is already sweating profusely after a bowl of meat porridge, and he keeps waving his sleeves to wipe away the sweat.

"Mr. Su, are you full? Why don't you have another bowl?" Liu Huixiang only ate half a bowl of porridge and had already stopped using her chopsticks.

"I'm full. Thank you madam for your hospitality. This porridge is so delicious!"

Liu Huixiang pursed her lips and smiled, "Just now Mr. Su said that he had something to discuss with me. I wonder what it is?"

Zhang Cuihua swept away the remaining half of the pot of porridge, put away the dishes and took them to the kitchen for cleaning.

"Last night, I saw Sister Zhang carrying a whole handful of tofu and saying that it was rancid and that she wanted to throw it away," Su Xian said.

"That's right. You can't sell rancid tofu, so you have to throw it away." Liu Huixiang sat opposite him, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a skin that was better than snow, with an unusual gentle beauty.

Su Xian can be considered a person who has seen the world, but facing Tofu Xishi at close range still made him a little distracted.

"It's such a big bucket, it would be a pity to throw it away. Making tofu is not easy!"

"Yes, making tofu is hard work." Zhang Cuihua returned and sat in the seat where she was just now.

Zhang Cuihua didn't actually wash the dishes. She put them down in the kitchen and hurried out.

The purpose was to prevent Su Xian from touching her young lady.

I remember that when she first moved here, Liu Huixiang had a bad reputation, but there were still people like Liang Shangjun and flower pickers visiting her at night. Zhang Cuihua frightened those people out of her wits by picking up two kitchen knives.

For so many years, Liu Huixiang stayed at home and had no contact with any men, except Su Xian.

In Zhang Cuihua's view, Su Xian is just a pretty boy, mainly because he looks too much like her.

Her young lady treats Su Xian differently from others, Zhang Cuihua can notice this.After all, although pretty boys are annoying, they are quite popular with girls. This is also a kind of handsome, and handsomeness is capital.

What's more, Su Xian is not a pretty boy, he just looks like him, especially his pair of sharp eyebrows, which makes Huaichun women's hearts flutter...

Although, Zhang Cuihua appreciated that he was sensible and not afraid of being overpowered.

But she has always been wary of Su Xian. As the saying goes, you know people but don't know their hearts. Who knows if Su Xian will deceive them of their money and their own young lady's body?

Have to guard against it!
However, there was nothing unusual about her on the surface, and she opened up her chat room and told Su Xian the cause and effect of "Mingyue Tower returned the tofu they sent".

Finally, he shook his head and said: "My lady and I have decided to make less tofu in the future, just enough to sell. This way we can reduce waste."

"Make less tofu?" Su Xian was stunned.

"Yes, I know how much tofu the tofu stall can sell every day. We have calculated it accurately and we can ensure that there is not a single piece of tofu left!" Zhang Cuihua said.

"Is this... so powerful?" Su Xian laughed dryly.

The reason why he came up with the "stinky tofu" plan was because there was too much tofu left at the tofu stall.

The remaining tofu will be thrown away anyway, so it is better to make stinky tofu, which is equivalent to "using waste materials to develop a new product", and the cost is very low.

Stinky tofu is something that people who like it flock to, and people who don't like it avoid it, but as long as you catch the people who like it, stinky tofu can become a hit!
When the money comes in, Su Xian can also use it to improve his life.

But now, people have to accurately calculate the amount of tofu made every day, and still make sure that there is no piece left...

Su Xian was silent.

"I wonder what Mr. Su wants to discuss with my concubine?" Liu Huixiang asked.

Su Xian raised his head, not intending to give up. As the saying goes, "Whoever has a need takes the initiative." Now his desire to improve his life is stronger.

"Mrs. Liu, Sister Zhang, I'm ashamed to say that." Su Xian cheered up and prepared to show off the shameless sales spirit of later generations. "I saw such a big bucket of tofu being dumped last night, and I felt really sorry."

"Before I fell asleep, I suddenly remembered an ancient book I had read before. What was it called..." Su Xian pretended to frown in thought, and then suddenly said: "The Art of Qi Min!"

"There are many delicacies recorded in the book, all related to tofu. Among them is 'stinky tofu', which is said to be very special."

"I thought to myself, the excess tofu will be thrown away anyway, so why not use it to make stinky tofu? Not only can we avoid waste, but we can also make a new dish that is unique in the world. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

After Su Xian finished speaking, he looked at Liu Huixiang opposite.

Liu Huixiang's beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was deep in thought, and then he hesitated and said: "Qi Ming Yao Shu? I have read a lot of books since I was a child, but why don't I have any impression of this book?"

"Oh, that's the only copy handed down from ancient times. It's a bamboo slip. When I looked through it, more than half of it had been burned. It should be completely destroyed now."

"That's it." Liu Huixiang nodded slowly.

She knew that Su Xian was also a child of a wealthy family, and the current books are almost monopolized by the wealthy family. Except for the few Confucian classics, each family's collection of books is different.

Su Xian said that he had read a book called "Essential Art of Qi Min" and that the book was destroyed. This is very possible.

Liu Huixiang was once a young lady from a scholarly family. She had read countless books. Su Xian had long known that she was not easy to fool. He thought about it for a long time last night before he came up with such a "headless case".

Seeing her slowly nodding, Su Xian couldn't help but feel reassured.

At this time, Zhang Cuihua said again: "But miss, didn't we decide that there is no more tofu left? Where can we make stinky tofu with extra tofu?"

Liu Huixiang suddenly realized and turned to look at Su Xian.

Su Xian twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)