“Sure, I’ll do as you say,” Yue Jiaojiao leaned forward and carefully examined Zhao Zhan’s face.
She kept getting closer and closer.
“Jiaojiao?”
Zhao Zhan mumbled in a low voice, his hands subconsciously resting on Yue Jiaojiao’s shoulders. It was as if he had been bewitched and his mind was drifting further.
“I just want to see how you’ve become so powerful.”
Yue Jiaojiao threw herself into Zhao Zhan’s arms and laughed non-stop. “What else did you think I was trying to do just now? ”
Zhao Zhan pulled Yue Jiaojiao away and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
The other party didn’t do anything, but her face turned red.
“Hey, Zhao Zhan, what are you doing here? I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” Yang Dashan rushed over and shouted, “Come and take a look. Our tofu is in trouble.”
Before Zhao Zhan left, he prepared the brine and handed it to Yang Dashan so that he could help make a piece of tofu and send it to the Rising Cloud inn when he returned.
However, at this moment, Yang Dashan actually said that something had happened to the tofu.
“I took a look at it at noon. It was still well-pressed. But now, the tofu looks different.”
Zhao Zhan didn’t waste any more time. He held Yue Jiaojiao’s hand and walked down the shed.
The tofu, which had already been compressed into a rectangular shape, was now smashed into a pulp. The original white and tender texture was mixed with an unknown red substance, looking particularly disgusting.
Zhao Zhan immediately covered Yue Jiaojiao’s eyes.
“Don’t look, it’ll dirty your eyes,” he said as he pulled Yue Jiaojiao back a little. “Jiaojiao, stand here and don’t move. I’ll go and see what it is and then I’ll come back to tell you.”
Yue Jiaojiao obediently nodded her head, her eyelashes gently sweeping over his palm.
Yang Dashan was already used to Zhao Zhan treating his wife like this.
Wasn’t it just some dirt? Farmers would come into contact with all kinds of dirty things. Only Zhao Zhan would protect his wife with exaggeration.
“This tofu didn’t go bad. It was a deliberate move.”
Zhao Zhan walked back and pinched the tofu, then wiped his hand clean on a handkerchief at the side. “It was broken and splashed with blood. This tofu can’t be used anymore. Throw it away.”
Blood?
“I’m sorry, Zhao Zhan. It’s all my fault. If I had been more careful, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Yang Dashan was extremely annoyed.
Although he didn’t know how much this tofu could be sold for, he knew how much it was worth. It was simply a waste for a plate of tofu to be destroyed like this.
“Zhao Zhan, you handed the matter to me, and now it’s ruined in my care. I’ll compensate you with the silver,” Yang Dashan gritted his teeth and said, “Although I can’t afford it now, you can deduct the money from my salary. I’m not going to build my brick house anymore. I’ll pay you back for the tofu first.”
“Now is not the time to admit your mistake,” Zhao Zhan’s face was as calm as still water.
“I just asked you to make tofu. There will be too many people coming here in the afternoon. It will be difficult for people to notice it when we are not paying attention.
“First, I want to ask, other than you and Li Miao, who else has been near this shed?”
Yang Dashan was grateful, “I’ll go and ask around.”
“Dashan, be careful. Don’t alert too many people.”
“Okay, I’ll clean up these things first.”
Yang Dashan stayed behind to clean up, while Zhao Zhan turned around to look for Yue Jiaojiao. “Someone deliberately splashed some blood on the tofu. I asked Dashan to find out who. There were many people at home in the afternoon, so it would be impossible for no one to see it.”