Chapter 3291

The man was a little scared when he heard Yan Qingyi's words.

He glanced at Yan Qingyi with fearful eyes, and then walked away in despair.

Just kidding, now she is covered by the emperor, who dares to cause trouble? Unless you want to die!

Those who came to buy tofu all clapped their hands and kept saying that Yan Qingyi was amazing!

Yan Qingyi said: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I made you see a joke. Okay, let's buy it and cook it."

After speaking, Yan Qingyi gave Chu Shang and Ouyang Ziqing a look, and went in to cook.

Chu Shang immediately followed, leaving Ouyang Ziqing and Yang Yun to sell tofu here.

"Their tofu is really good. I've been eating it for more than a month. Even if it's all tofu, I don't get tired of it!"

"No, my grandson is cute and likes to eat, and always clamors for tofu!"

"My father-in-law is too old to bite hard things, so I often make tofu for him. When I went out this morning, he also told me to buy tofu, and he wouldn't eat if he couldn't buy it. Ha ha!"

"That's right, their tofu is not only cheap, but also better than others'!"

"Of course, the emperor still eats their tofu every day. If the tofu is not good, can the emperor eat it?"

Listening to their chatter, Ouyang Ziqing's face couldn't help but fill with smiles.

In the past, Ouyang Ziqing never thought that Yan Qingyi would sell tofu so well, because he thought it was just white flowered tofu, and a piece of tofu was only a few cents, but what he didn't expect was that now there are a lot of tofu at the door every day. People line up to buy!

Even the current emperor is full of praise for this tofu.

More than a dozen plates of tofu were sold out within two hours.

After closing the door, Ouyang Ziqing went to eat the meal before coming to count the money sold today.

After Chu Shang had eaten, he went to the restaurant to deliver tofu.

Yan Qingyi was about to take a rest when there was a knock on the door.

She gave Yang Yun a look, and Yang Yun went to open the door.

A monk in a light yellow robe stood at the door, looking at his age, he was probably in his forties.

Seeing the monk, Yan Qingyi walked up to him and asked politely, "Master, do you have anything to do?"

Ouyang Ziqing stopped his abacus and looked at the monk who came in.

The monk put his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then he said eloquently: "Donor, the poor monk is a monk of Qingye Temple. I heard that your tofu is good, so I came to ask the donor if you can send some tofu every day. Go to the temple on the mountain!"

All monks are vegetarians, and this tofu is real vegetarian. I heard that this tofu is so good, so the monk at Qingye Temple naturally wants to buy it.

But Yan Qingyi really didn't expect that the monk from Qingye Temple also wanted to buy their tofu!

Yan Qingyi said: "Master, so be it, I will give you ten pounds of tofu every day. As for the money, I don't want it."

Yan Qingyi's grandfather was a Buddhist, and she was also nurtured to some extent.

The monk nodded and said, "If that's the case, then thank you girl."

"It should be, Master." Yan Qingyi looked at Yang Yun, "Yang Yun, give me a gift to Master."

"Okay, Sister Aran." Yang Yun nodded and sent the monk away.

Ouyang Ziqing said, "Aran, do you really have to send tofu to Qingye Temple outside the city every day?"