I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Wen Shutang walked up to a few aunties and greeted them familiarly, then started to put out things for sale.

She kept watching the men out of the corner of her eye, paying attention to their movements.

The men came forward only when there were fewer people at the stall. The leader was a man who looked a little older and spoke in a kind tone.

"Young lady, how much do you sell this tofu?"

"Five cents a piece, one piece two ounces."

"Give me one, then."

Wen Shutang responded and wrapped a piece of tofu and handed it to him. The man took it and gave her the copper coin.

"How many days have you been selling here?"

"Not long, just five or six days at most." Wen Shutang looked up at him when he heard that.

The man nodded, looked at the others, and turned away.

Wen Shutang looked at their backs, thinking deeply.

These people were wearing the same clothes, so they must be from the same place. Several of them came and bought a piece of tofu. It was definitely not for their family to eat. Could it be that they were taking it back to study how to make it?

He Song led a group of servants back to Xianyun Manor. He went straight into the kitchen with tofu in his hand.

The chef in the kitchen had already stopped what he was doing and was waiting for his tofu.

When He Song opened the package to reveal the white and tender tofu inside, he said, "Master chef, please try it."

The chef picked up a piece of tofu with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He frowned and carefully felt the smoothness in his mouth, his expression indescribably solemn.

"How is it?" He Song looked expectant.

The chef put down his chopsticks and shook his head: "I can only taste the fragrance of beans, but I really didn't expect there is any way to make it like this. The taste is soft and smooth, which shows that the production process is indeed complicated."

He Song's face showed disappointment when he heard this. Most of the customers who came to the store in the past few days were commenting on a new food that had appeared in the town. Everyone who came praised the delicious taste of tofu, and many people came to the store to order tofu.

But he had lived for most of his life and had never heard of such a thing. Today, he took people to the stall to buy a piece. He wanted to let the chef taste it. Who knows, maybe they could make it themselves. If they could really make it, they would definitely make a lot of money.

He Song sighed. Since he couldn't do it himself, he had to rely on other people's technology.

He did not dare to stop and quickly went up to the box on the second floor to tell the news to his boss who happened to come to check the accounts today.

He Song knocked on the door: "Boss."

A "hmm" came from inside the room, and only after getting the response did He Song dare to push the door open. He lowered his body and looked up at the man in a long robe who was drinking tea by the window.

"Young Master, we've bought the stuff. The chef in the kitchen said the production process is very complicated. If we want to copy it, it will probably take us a while."

Ye Xingyi turned around to look at him, narrowing his slender eyes that were shrewd and shrewd.

"In that case, then take all of that woman's things."

He Song paused, a little uncertain.

"Are you talking about buying out the things from that young lady?"

"I'll pay her prescription for a maximum of twenty taels. If we can't come to an agreement, we'll use the old method." Ye Xingyi took a sip of tea, his tone calm.

He Song lowered his head: "Yes."

Then he turned around and walked out, wiping the sweat from his forehead after leaving the room.

He Song walked quickly out of Xianyun Manor and went straight to the tofu stall.

Wen Shutang was counting the tofu sold this morning. When he looked up, he saw He Song walking towards him quickly.

In the morning, this man led several people to wander around the stall and ended up buying a piece of tofu. Wen Shutang still had a very deep impression of him.

"What's wrong, uncle?" Wen Shutang thought he was here to buy tofu again.

He Song put on his signature smile and spoke in a polite and friendly tone.

"Young lady, I'm the shopkeeper of Xianyun Manor. My name is He Song. Your tofu has been very famous recently and our boss likes it very much, so let me talk to you. We want to introduce tofu dishes in Xianyun Manor, but how to make it is still a problem."

He said a lot, and Wen Shutang immediately grasped the most important information: Xianyun Manor wanted to buy her tofu, and wanted to buy it out.

She was suddenly excited. After all, the name Xianyun Manor sounded like a high-end restaurant and it must be very generous.

"Manager He, do you want to buy out my tofu recipe?" Wen Shutang didn't beat around the bush and directly told He Song what he was thinking.

He Song nodded and said, "Young lady, you are smart. I will make it clear. Our boss wants to buy your recipe for making tofu for twenty taels of silver."

When he said this, Wen Shutang felt that he had heard it wrong and asked again in disbelief.

"How much? Twenty taels?"

Is this the price a big restaurant can offer? Twenty taels? She estimated that the lowest price would be five hundred taels. Twenty taels of silver would be enough to make back the profit in two months of tofu sales. She thought she had made a big deal, but it turned out to be a big joke.

He Song thought that Wen Shutang was frightened by the amount, and couldn't help secretly mocking her in his heart, saying that she was a woman after all. Look at her face that had never seen the world, and she was scared when she heard fifty taels.

He cleared his throat, his tone a little arrogant.

"Our boss is very generous and has offered a high price. I hope you can be more reasonable. If you agree, we can go to Xianyun Manor now."

Wen Shutang rolled his eyes at him. This guy must have a brain full of water. How could he have the nerve to say such things?

"Uncle, turn left ahead and you'll find the clinic. You're daydreaming in broad daylight. You're sick. Go find a doctor right away so as not to delay your treatment or my business."

He Song was stunned for a moment and didn't quite understand what she meant. When he reacted, Wen Shutang had completely ignored him.

His cheeks turned red with anger and he pointed at Wen Shutang and spat.

"You are such a short-sighted woman! Twenty taels of silver will last you for several years!"

Wen Shutang didn't even raise his head: "The money I earned from selling tofu is enough for me to live on for the rest of my life."

He Song was so choked that he couldn't speak. He glared for a long time and finally left with his sleeves flicked.

When he left, he happened to meet Xiao Yizhuo who had just returned from Liang Mansion. Xiao Yizhuo glanced at the angry He Song and didn't pay much attention to him. He walked straight to Wen Shutang and handed her a cloth bag.

"This is for this month, two taels of silver and four hundred coins remaining."

Wen Shutang took the cloth bag, shook it in his hands, and nodded silently.

Silver still feels better. This is only two taels of silver. Twenty taels would be a piece of cake.

Wen Shutang told Xiao Yizhuo what had just happened, and she couldn't help but complain.

"I thought it was a big restaurant, but it turned out to be this."

Xiao Yizhuo frowned and said, "Xianyun Manor is indeed one of the best restaurants in town, but it is a bit surprising that they are so stingy."

Wen Shutang curled his lips. This was not stingy at all. Calling them stingy was actually praising them.

As the two were talking, a man in a white brocade robe stood in front of the tofu stall and asked in a gentle tone.

"Did the young lady make this tofu herself?"