Hearing that An Jing had come again to have tofu made, An Hegui’s old lips immediately began to tremble with excitement, "An Jing, Changyi, the kindness you have shown to our family, we will never forget!"
Yun Dame’s eyes instantly reddened, and her gaze towards An Jing and Xiao Changyi was filled with gratitude.
With the experiences from before, Shi Xiaolan and An Fu were relatively composed this time. Although they were very grateful, they were also extremely surprised.
An Jing said, "Uncle, you’re being too formal. We’ve said that Xiao Lan and I are as close as if we shared a handkerchief. When you always talk about kindness , doesn’t it seem like you want to keep a distance between us? Besides, I’m now running a fermented bean curd business, and the business isn’t bad. Fermented bean curd is made from tofu, so if I don’t buy your tofu, I would definitely buy someone else’s tofu. It really isn’t any kind of kindness. I’m not giving you money and refusing your tofu."
It was then that An Hegui managed to control his excitement and smiled, "Alright, alright, uncle won’t say it anymore. You and Xiao Lan have such a good relationship. Xiao Lan is really blessed to have you as a close sister."
An Jing just smiled and didn’t say anything else about it. Was she really close to Shi Xiaolan? No, it was Lin Anjing who had a close relationship with Shi Xiaolan, not her, An Jing.
However, perhaps she really could become good friends with Shi Xiaolan in the future.
"So this time," An Jing steered the conversation back, "please make another two hundred pounds of tofu for me."
"Two hundred pounds?!" An Hegui, Yun Dame, An Fu, and Shi Xiaolan all widened their eyes in disbelief.
An Jing laughed, "I’ve already had you make three hundred pounds before. This time it’s only two hundred pounds."
The previous three hundred pounds had been made in three installments, one hundred pounds each time, and even that was shocking enough, and now they were making two hundred pounds at once?
Seeing the meaning in the four people’s eyes, An Jing laughed again, "I think I can keep this fermented bean curd business running for a long time, and I plan to have all the tofu my family needs made by your family from now on. However, I need to say something unpleasant upfront. My family is not very well-off, and I can’t lose money in doing business. Let me say it clearly, the tofu I need must be made from the best soybeans, and it has to be fresh. Only fresh and tender tofu can make delicious fermented bean curd. If one day you don’t provide us with this kind of tofu, I won’t buy tofu from you anymore."
An Jing’s words were very practical, and An Hegui and the others were not offended because, after all, if someone comes to buy your tofu with good intentions, helping to improve the condition of your home, but you try to deceive them with inferior tofu, who would want to buy your tofu again?
In the end, An Hegui, as the head of the family, made a statement, "An Jing, Changyi, rest assured, uncle here guarantees you, the tofu our family sells to you will definitely be fresh and tender. If there ever comes a day we provide you with substandard tofu, it would mean we have no conscience, and you can go ahead and buy tofu from someone else."
"With uncle’s word, I can rest easy," An Jing said with a smile, glancing at Xiao Changyi, who immediately took out the three hundred coins he had prepared at home and placed them on the table.
Only then did An Jing continue, "Uncle, this is three hundred coins, the deposit for the two hundred pounds of tofu. Please count it."
An Hegui was about to say there was no need to count, trusting their character, but before he could speak, An Fu said, "Dad, please count it. An Jing and Brother Xiao like things to be clear and straightforward."
An Hegui then began to count. An Fu helped count some as well, and after both agreed, it came to three hundred coins. Only then did An Hegui speak, "That’s correct, that’s the amount."