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

After selling all the tofu for the day, the two returned to the village together.

Xiao Ye naturally smiled from ear to ear when he received the candied haws. After a few days of recuperation, Xiao Ze was almost able to put down his crutches and walk on his own. Wen Shutang still had to sigh that the effect of the bone-setting bud was really effective. Even the injury on Xiao Yizhuo's back was almost healed.

When Xiao Wan saw the two of them coming back, she immediately ran to Wen Shutang and dragged her to the back of the small warehouse, talking as she walked.

"Mom, come and take a look. Why are all the leaves of the Drynaria fortunei we found last time dry? I clearly watered it every day."

The little girl frowned tightly, looking confused.

After Wen Shutang's guidance, Xiao Wan is now very interested in researching medicinal materials, so Wen Shutang simply handed the two plants of Drynaria fortunei directly to her.

Hearing what she said, Wen Shutang squatted down, reached out and rubbed a handful of soil on the ground, then looked up and saw that the originally broad and green leaves were now yellow and withered.

“Watering every day?”

"Yes, I teach you to drink two pots of water every day."

Wen Shutang felt helpless. This silly girl, let alone precious medicinal herbs, even the wild flowers on the roadside would be drowned if she watered them too much.

"Wan'er, you have to know that caring for medicinal herbs is actually the same as caring for your body. You can't just remember to water them at a fixed time every day. You have to judge the amount of water the plant needs based on external conditions such as the soil and leaves. Think about it, if someone forced you to drink two large pots of water at a fixed time and place every day, how would you feel?"

Xiao Wan tilted her head and thought for a moment: "It will be very filling."

"Yes, this is how the Drynaria fortunei feels now. The amount of water exceeds the amount it needs for growth. The excess water accumulates in the soil, which will inhibit the growth of the plant over time." Wen Shutang smiled and touched her little head.

"So, no matter what you do, you can't be rigid and stubborn, you have to be flexible and adaptable."

Xiao Wan nodded, not quite understanding: "I understand, mother. I was too anxious. I wanted it to grow faster."

"It doesn't matter. Mistakes can only be corrected in time if they are discovered. Wan'er has done a great job."

Xiao Wan scratched her fingers a little embarrassedly, and Wen Shutang led her back to the front yard: "I'll make something delicious for you today."

Xiao Ye was the first to raise his hand: "Mom, I still want to eat bean curd balls!"

"Well, we don't have anything else at home, but we have a lot of bean dregs saved up now."

Wen Shutang rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen to start frying meatballs. When the meatballs were just out of the pot, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

She frowned, stopped what she was doing, turned around and walked out. When she looked up, she saw Song Zhoubai, dressed in a silk robe, getting off the carriage and standing outside the yard.

The villagers had never seen such a large carriage and such elegantly dressed people before, so they all gathered at the door of Wen Shutang's house to watch the fun.

Song Zhoubai frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable with everything around him. He turned his head and saw Wen Shutang standing inside. A smile immediately appeared on his handsome face, and he quickly walked into the yard.

"Madam Wen, I finally found you."

Wen Shutang wiped the bean dregs off his hands and was a little surprised at Song Zhoubai's arrival.

"Why is the young master here?"

"I came all the way to see you. Didn't we agree last time to have a trial sale first? As a result, the new dishes were sold out as soon as they were launched!" Song Zhoubai said excitedly. Zhaixinglou is one of the largest restaurants in town, but it has never had the experience of a dish being sold out as soon as it was launched. How could he not be excited?

Wen Shutang understood what he said. She had actually anticipated this result. She glanced at the villagers who were watching the excitement outside.

"Let's talk inside."

Song Zhoubai followed her gaze and immediately understood what she meant. He also realized that his coming here was a bit abrupt and high-profile. Such a high profile might bring some unnecessary trouble to Wen Shutang's family.

Xiao Yizhuo glanced at Wen Shutang, and of course knew what she was thinking. He turned around and closed the gate.

Several people entered the house, and Wen Shutang poured Song Zhoubai a glass of water.

Song Zhoubai didn't show any disgust. He took it and drank it all in one gulp, his eyes full of excitement.

"Madam Wen, your tofu is so popular. Not to mention five days, only two days have passed and the tofu in the store is already gone. There are still many people who want to reserve Mapo Tofu! This dish has now become the treasure of Zhaixing Tower!"

Wen Shutang raised her eyebrows when she heard that. She had thought that the tofu would sell well, but she was a little surprised that it was so popular.

Without waiting for her to speak, Song Zhoubai continued: "I came here this time just to continue talking to you about what happened last time. I agree to give you 30% of the profits, but I also have a request."

Wen Shutang was not in a hurry. After all, the sales volume was there, and Song Zhoubai himself knew how much money he could make from this business.

"You said."

"I only have one request, that is that you can no longer sell this tofu recipe to other restaurants, but Madam Wen can continue to sell the finished tofu."

Song Zhoubai's request was not excessive, and Wen Shutang immediately nodded in agreement.

"Of course. Although I am just a village woman, I know how to treat people with honesty. Young Master, rest assured, the tofu recipe will only be given to Zhaixinglou."

Besides, with the way Zhaixing Tower sells its products, the annual profit is at least more than 500 taels. She can make a net profit of 500 taels even if she does nothing. Why bother to go out and set up a stall by herself?

After getting Wen Shutang's promise, Song Zhoubai felt relieved.

"The store is in urgent need of tofu. Madam Wen, do you have any in stock?"

"I did about six pounds last night."

Wen Shutang thought for a moment and said, "Tofu is about freshness. It's best to make it right before eating. If it's left for too long, it will turn sour. Young Master, remember, sour tofu cannot be used to cook. First, it tastes bad, and second, it can cause diarrhea and abdominal pain."

Song Zhoubai was stunned for a moment and then nodded. He secretly took note of what Wen Shutang said. He didn't want to ruin his reputation.

"Young Master, take these six pounds of tofu first. I'll give you the recipe when I go to town tomorrow."

Wen Shutang's expression remained unchanged, but he was thinking that he had to write out the prescription in detail tonight.

Song Zhoubai naturally had no objection: "Okay."

Then he thought of the villagers who had just gathered at the gate of the yard and felt a little embarrassed.

"I came too abruptly today. I'm afraid that Madam Wen will be talked about in the village."

Wen Shutang didn't care too much: "It's okay, it will naturally calm down in a few days."

After the deal was done, both of them were in a good mood. Wen Shutang had already begun to imagine his happy life in the future with a hundred taels of silver in his hand.

Song Zhoubai was looking forward to the future splendor of Zhaixing Tower when he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

Xiao Ye came in with a bowl of fried meatballs and said in a baby voice.

"Mom, I'm hungry, can I eat this?"

Wen Shutang then remembered that she was still frying meatballs, which must have been a little cold by now.

"Of course, go eat now, and remember to share with your big brother and little sister."

Xiao Ye walked away happily holding the bowl. Wen Shutang turned around and saw Song Zhoubai staring at Xiao Ye.

Why does this person look like he wants to take her son away?

Song Zhoubai's mind flashed with the round meatball that the little kid was holding just now, and he couldn't help swallowing.

That looks delicious.