C150 Song Li's help

There wasn't much left of the tofu before, so when Mian Niang saw that the sky had turned cold, she immediately started to freeze the remaining tofu.

Listening to Mother's words, Mian Niang agreed and did as she said. She stuffed a dozen or so pieces of Frozen Tofu into her old bag at home and waited for Yanzi and Mother Yun to drive past, and then put the tofu on their carriage.

Both sides naturally had to decline, and in the end, Mian Niang still held the upper hand in her stubbornness. When A Yun kept saying these words to Mian Niang, she did not seem to be talking to her daughter-in-law unrestrainedly, and kept thanking Mian Niang, causing Mian Niang to feel embarrassed.

After sending the two off with his eyes, Mian Niang turned around just in time to see A Yunniang standing in front of his house as he watched his daughter's figure grow smaller in the distance.

There was a look of worry and reluctance on his face.

Seeing Mian Niang looking at her, she smiled and sighed: "A Yun's character isn't at a disadvantage at all, and that old granny of hers isn't easy to deal with either. I really don't know how her future will be like."

"I see that the plug is pointed at her, so it should be fine. Aunt, don't worry, moreover …"

When Mian Niang said this, she felt a little embarrassed.

"Aunt Wang is just a paper tiger. She wouldn't be able to do anything if she met a powerful one. In fact, she isn't strong at all. She's just a bit of broken bones from her mouth."

Honestly speaking, if not for the fact that I had set my eyes on that brat, Feng Jianxue, and that rotten mouth of his, I would never have married Mother Yun. I only have this one daughter, so I can't let her marry and suffer hardships.

"I know, Aunt."

Of course, Mian Niang knew that A Yunniang had no other intentions, it was just that she had said the same.

"Oh yeah, Mian Niang, when my big brother heard that your tofu is delicious, he wanted to ask you, can you make a tofu for him? "You don't know, their family loves to eat this Frozen Tofu, and every winter they make two of it. But they never get to eat it, eating someone else's tofu, and they always feel like there's something missing. That day at our house, they ate the tofu you made, and said it's really delicious."

"Sure, aunty. I can do it. Let's not mention the wages, I won't take any money from him."

"Don't say it like that, Mian Niang, your size is also a business, you still have to take the money you deserve. "If you look at yourself, as thin as a chicken, you're still thinking of helping her for free, don't think about that much. That brother of mine, although he's not some super rich family, his family is not short on money."

This wasn't the first time Mian Niang heard this. A few days ago, filigree also said this when she was trying to buy tofu dregs.

Mian Niang knew that these people were doing this for her own good, and was both moved and ashamed. Everyone in the Tian Jia Wan was helping her, but there were very few things she could do for everyone.

A Yunniang was a very urgent person to deal with, so after coming to an agreement with Mian Niang, he went over to his brother's house the next day and had his nephew bring the beans over.

A hundred and fifty kilograms of beans were enough to make five whole plates of tofu. A Yunniang's nephew looked at the skinny and small Mian Niang and then looked at that many beans and couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Do you have anyone to help you? You make so much tofu a day? "

He was a little worried. With so many beans, if he could not make it in the morning, would the beans be broken? Or when she was making tofu, she would cut back. If that was the case, it wouldn't be good.

A Yunniang was also worried, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Mian Niang thought for a while and also understood his worry. She didn't try to explain but promised, "If I can make it, I guarantee that it will be as delicious as usual. If I don't cook well, I will compensate you with the beans."

The other party still did not seem to be at ease, but with her aunt helping to guarantee it, she could only wait for Mian Niang's tofu to be made.

He did not go back that night and stayed at his aunt's house, waiting for Mian Niang's tofu to come out.

Although the other party was suspicious, she still gave the 10 copper coins to Mian Niang to leave behind.

Madame Song also heard the conversation in the courtyard, but she did not know the details. Now, hearing Mian Niang say this, she decided to sleep early, and get up early tomorrow.

There was no need for her to say anything, Mian Niang had already thought of this. One tofu was two plates, with these two plates, Mian Niang had to wake up four hours earlier than normal.

She was also afraid that she wouldn't be able to get up, so she fell asleep early.

Not long after she fell asleep, the lights in the main room were extinguished.

Mian Niang woke up late in the night. She lit up the lamp and started to grind the soy milk.

Just as he turned the millstone, he heard the sound of footsteps outside the door, and his heart quivered, thinking that there was a thief in the house, but just as he was about to go out to take a look, the door opened. Song Zhien rubbed his eyes and supported Madame Song in, and Mian Niang suspiciously looked at the two of them, or rather, at Madame Song.

Ever since her father's accident, she had never stepped into this room again, not even when she was beaten half to death.

She didn't even glance at it.

When he woke up, he was in a hurry to work. He didn't even fold the blanket when Mian Niang called out to him.

tofu hyacinth looked at her and said, "Go back to work. Hurry."

So she had come to help with her youngest son.

"No need, Mother. I can handle it myself."

"Is this the landlord's house? Do you think I can use you as if you were a crude little girl?"

Madame Song Li's tone was not good, and her complexion was not very good.

With her attitude, aside from feeling wronged, Mian Niang also felt that this was a very normal thing to do. He didn't say anymore and immediately told the two what to do and what to do.

With the addition of two people in the small bean curd, it immediately felt crowded. But even so, Mian Niang still felt that it was very good. This was the first time she felt that she wasn't as lonely as before, even though her mother's attitude wasn't very good.

Madame Song Li was in charge of lighting the fire, but her gaze was focused on Mian Niang from time to time. This was the first time she had seen her daughter making tofu.

He didn't expect that he would be so busy. He could only watch as his whole body moved back and forth, his feet not touching the ground. It was winter, and he was wearing a simple shirt, sweating profusely.

When he was sweating, he would rub his apron over his forehead and it would be considered wiping his sweat.

Even so, with the help of his youngest son and himself, it was still possible.

How busy would she be without help?

Mian Niang sensed something and turned to look at her, immediately pretending to look elsewhere.

Mian Niang shook his head, thinking that she was overthinking it. It was not like he didn't know whether or not his mother was willing to see her, so why would she stare at him?

After the chicken cried twice, the first pot of tofu came out. Mian Niang rubbed her sore waist, but did not stop to rest as she rushed to make the second pot.

A Yunniang's nephew who was from beginning to end was not at ease with Mian Niang's worries. He woke up early, and seemingly unintentionally sneaked to the door of his mother's house, stretching his neck as he looked inside.

Mian Niang was just about to pour some water when she saw him. After greeting him, he nodded and turned around to return. Very soon, she went back to find A Yunniang and ask him to follow him to check on the progress of the tofu production.

A Yunniang had only just woken up, as she yawned widely and looked at him obliquely: "It's really hard for you, you haven't slept at all tonight right?"

He smiled awkwardly but did not speak.

"You're so worried, what's the big deal, didn't Mian Niang promise you?"

"What's the use of making promises? Look at that family. They're pitiful. Can I really make them pay for their beans?"

"I'll pay, I'll pay, right?"

"You better forget about it, it's even more impossible for me to let you compensate me. When we get back to the My Abba, you have to beat me up."

The uncle and nephew soon arrived at Mian Niang's house.

Mian Niang had already packed the tofu well, picked a piece of tofu for him and placed it in the bowl, letting him have a taste.

After the first bite, he nodded his head and his frown disappeared. However, he still couldn't quite believe what he had just heard. "Let me look at other things."

He was worried that Mian Niang's tofu would trick him.

After inspecting the goods, he was finally satisfied.

Mian Niang didn't know that after thinking about it so many times, she calmly stepped aside so that he could casually taste the goods and examine them.

After a moment, he nodded his head in satisfaction.

Mian Niang took out two buckets of tofu dregs and gave them to him.

Looking at the snow-white tofu and tofu dregs, he could be considered completely satisfied.

Before they left, they would tell Mian Niang, "Our family makes two or three servings of tofu every winter. If our family members eat well this time, I'll come and make some with you next time."

"Relax, I won't steal anything, but you have to bring this tofu plate back to me as soon as possible, I need it."

The bucket for tofu was brought over by the others, but the tofu plate was actually his own. Mian Niang had no choice but to give some instructions.

The other party replied and followed her out of Mian Niang's courtyard. As they walked, they continued to talk, "Not bad at all. We've already paid for it and left the beans at her place. If the tofu is not tasty, I'll definitely be scolded by my dad when I go back. "

Last time, you ate tofu here, and it was not only because it was good, but also because of his taste. What could he possibly not be satisfied with, furthermore, Mian Niang is a real person, how could he possibly deceive you?

The aunt and nephew should have entered the room and could no longer hear their voices.

Mian Niang turned around and returned to the bean curd. Seeing that the other party had accepted their goods, Lady Song and her youngest son heaved a sigh of relief.

The three of them ate a piece of cornbread seed and had breakfast together with their tofu heads.

With the tofu ready, Madame Song went back to her room and Mian Niang began to clean it.

Song Zhien went to the kitchen to burn the brick bed to feed the chickens.

This was the first time the family of three worked together. When Mian Niang rushed the hairy donkey cart out to sell her tofu, she felt that it was unreal, as if her mother working for him was just a dream.

And then he shook his head and laughed at himself.