An Jing saw the women and smiled, "Ladies and grannies, I still have two jars at home. Tomorrow, my husband and I will come again to sell, so you can buy them tomorrow too."
"Alright, we’ll come again tomorrow to buy, but you have to remember our faces. Don’t let us miss out and have others buy them instead." It was clear that these women genuinely wanted to buy the fermented bean curd.
An Jing’s smile grew even more sincere, "Don’t worry, I’m very good at recognizing people. I’ve already memorized you all, tomorrow I’ll definitely sell to you first."
"Good." Only then did the women disperse.
As soon as those women left, An Jing inadvertently turned her head and saw the vegetable selling uncle next door giving a thumbs up to her and her husband, just like last time, silently praising them for their impressiveness.
An Jing didn’t say anything, just politely and courteously smiled at the uncle before saying to her husband, "Husband, we’ve sold everything again today~"
Considering the speed at which we sold everything..." An Jing said cheerfully, "I think we should buy more tofu to make our products."
As soon as the vegetable selling uncle heard An Jing talk about buying tofu, he hurriedly interjected, "Girl, are you looking to buy tofu? Your fermented bean curd is made from tofu, right? Seeing how much you sold today, you must need a lot of tofu, right?"
Upon hearing this, An Jing instantly understood the implication and laughed, "Why, uncle, you want to introduce me to a tofu seller?"
The uncle suddenly became somewhat embarrassed and scratched his head, "I have a nephew who makes tofu, it’s just that the tofu business isn’t doing well, and he has a lame leg, without other means to make a living, his family is so poor they can barely make ends meet. I was wondering if you might consider buying his tofu."
Without waiting for An Jing to respond, the uncle went on anxiously, "If it’s not okay, just pretend I never mentioned it, I don’t want to impose on you."
Seeing the uncle flustered and utterly upright and honest, An Jing felt a connection, her grandfather was also an honest and upright man.
An Jing laughed heartily, "It’s not about whether it’s okay or not, I just want to know, how is your nephew’s character?" If his character was good, she might consider buying tofu from him in the future, so she wouldn’t have to patch together a few pounds here and a few pounds there.
"He’s very honest, a good person, dutiful to his parents, treats us elders well, and is kind to his wife and daughter. It’s just unfortunate that he limped his leg in an accident two years ago; otherwise, life wouldn’t be so hard." As he spoke, the uncle remembered something, "Right, his wife is from your Jiuping Village."
Upon hearing "Jiuping Village," An Jing frowned. Although she lived in Jiuping Village, she wasn’t from there, and she had already decided to have nothing to do with the villagers in the future.
So, An Jing planned to decline and not buy the tofu from the uncle’s nephew.
But before she could speak, the uncle continued, "Xiao Lan, my nephew’s wife’s name in her maiden home was Shi Xiaolan. Since you are from Jiuping Village, you might know her, right? She married into our village three years ago."
An Jing immediately looked at Xiao Changyi with a very clear meaning. This was fate—Shi Xiaolan, of all people.
Seeing Xiao Changyi nod slightly at her, giving her the go-ahead to decide, An Jing smiled at the uncle, "Uncle, so you’re from An Village, eh? Not only do I know Xiao Lan, but she is also my sworn sister. It’s just that she hasn’t returned to Jiuping Village in the past two years, and we’ve lost touch."