72 Morning Market
Su Binglan’s eyes also shined as she was amazed at what she and her family made. The feeling of making tofu with their own hands was different. There was a sense of accomplishment in her heart.
Su Binglan nodded and said, “Yes, this is tofu. I’ll cut some and let everyone have a taste. Then I’ll make tofu and egg soup. It will be delicious! We can also eat the tofu with soy milk in the mornings to have enough nutrition.”
Su Binglan cut some tofu as she spoke and gave some to everyone so they could taste it together. Everyone was full of praise after tasting the tofu.
“This tofu will undoubtedly sell well.”
“No one has ever eaten this kind of thing around here.”
“I never knew you could make this, Binglan!”
Su Binglan was not worried about the tofu business at all. She believed the tofu would be a hit throughout the village and the town.
Moreover, no one else knew the secret recipe, so there wasn’t a need to worry about others imitating her.
She quickly prepared breakfast and went to the town to set up her stall. Fortunately, the village wasn’t too far from the town, so she could have an early breakfast before going to the morning market.
The adults didn’t wake Su Xuexuan and Su Xuehai up too early in the morning because they were children who needed their rest. The adults would only wake them for breakfast.
However, the two woke up earlier than usual.
Su Xuehai was still in a daze when he came out of the room. He rubbed his tired eyes and said, “That smells good, Mom.”
Su Xuexuan was two years older than his brother, so he was a little more awake. Still, the fragrance of the tofu woke him from his sleep.
Shen Qiuhua smiled and said, “I think the smell of tofu woke the two children up. That just shows how fragrant the tofu is.”
Su Binglan happened to be cutting some small pieces of tofu when she waved at the children and said, “Come here you two. Try some of this tofu we just made.”
The two obediently walked toward Su Binglan, holding the delicious food. They weren’t afraid of their aunt anymore.
“Here, open wide.”
The two opened their mouths as Su Binglan put small pieces of tofu into their mouths. She smiled and asked, “How is it?”
The two of them took a bite, and their eyes lit up.
Su Xuehai smiled happily. “It’s good, Aunt Binglan!”
Su Xuexuan nodded and echoed, “It’s so good.”
Su Binglan’s spirits lifted when she heard the two children approve her dish. She felt satisfied making good food for her family. She made breakfast soon after.
The family sat around the brick bed, drinking soy milk and eating tofu with egg soup. Everyone ate enthusiastically.
“The tofu is soft, smooth, and delicious. It melts in your mouth,” Su Fengmao usually didn’t talk much, but when he ate delicious food, he couldn’t help but give a few words of praise, “I’ve eaten so many delicious foods in the past, but it’s not as delicious as this tofu.”
Shen Qiuhua smiled and said to Su Fengmao, “A good man doesn’t talk about his past braveries. He only talks about the present.”
Shen Qiuhua started to talk and laugh more ever since Su Binglan improved and gave them new hope in life.
Su Binglan looked at her parents. She always felt they were people with incredible stories. Moreover, her mother’s personality became livelier. She could always imagine what Shen Qiuhua looked like when she was young.
She thought her mother would have been an unrestrained little girl in the past. She only smiled and did not ask further.
After breakfast, she and Liu Yinyin pushed the tofu cart and went to town. When they arrived, the sky turned a bright yellow, and the morning market began to operate.
There were also hawkers by the roadside.
“Steamed buns! Come and get your fragrant steamed buns!”
“Come and try some warm pancakes, everyone!”