Tofu Dongshi

Zhou Fusheng was extremely curious about the reason and motive of Zhen Zhigong's gift of 1000 taels of silver to Dou Jiafu, but the young master didn't say anything, and he wouldn't talk too much about it, so he agreed without hesitation.

When the carriage stopped halfway to rest and tiptoe, Zhou Fusheng called a competent subordinate, gave such and such orders according to Zhen Zhigong's explanation, and then took out a silver ticket from his sleeve and gave it to the subordinate——Zhen's family The butler was out on errands, especially for the highest-level task of finding the young master. Among other things, he must have brought enough money, and the mere 1000 taels was nothing more than a trifle.

At the same time, Yongping County Prison.

A yamen servant that Dou Jiafu had never seen came, not to distribute prison food, but to open the prison door with a key, and said, "Dou Jiafu, come out."

Dou Jiafu curled up in the corner without moving, and asked bluntly after a while, "What are you doing out there?"

The yamen servant laughed and said: "Whatever you do, you don't have to go to jail."

It took a while for Dou Jiafu to realize what he meant. He still couldn't believe it in his heart, and followed the yamen servant to the outside of the prison.As soon as he got out of the prison gate, the dazzling sunlight hit him directly, and tears filled his eyes instantly after he hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

When he came to the side gate of the county government office and saw passers-by on the street outside, Dou Jiafu finally realized that he had really regained his freedom.

He suddenly grabbed the yamen servant's arm and asked, "Brother Cha, Jia Ming, no, yes, it's Master Zhen. Where is he now?"

The yamen servant replied: "Go back to Ningcheng."

Dou Jiafu was stunned, "Go back to Ningcheng? When?"

"Just this morning."

Dou Jiafu murmured in disbelief: "I'm going back now? Why so fast..."

After a pause, he asked with a glimmer of hope: "Then, did he leave me any message before he left?"

The yamen servant shook his head affirmatively, "No."

"Oh..." The light in Dou Jiafu's eyes dimmed instantly, "Thank you Brother Cha, I'm leaving."

Then, he dragged his two limp legs and walked up the street step by step, and walked back to Zhangjiacun.

In the afternoon of the same day, when Dou Jiafu was lying half asleep on the small bed in his earthen house, he heard a strange call from outside: "Is Dou Jiafu at home?"

He responded, got out of bed and came to the yard, and saw a lean and strong man standing outside the yard, well dressed and holding a tall horse in his hand.

Once bitten by a snake and afraid of well ropes for ten years, Dou Jiafu asked cautiously: "Who are you, what can you do with me?"

The man didn't intend to set foot in the shabby small courtyard, and took a look at Dou Jiafu. Seeing that it matched the characteristics described by Butler Zhou, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and passed it across the fence, saying in a businesslike manner. : "I am a member of the Zhen family, and I have been ordered to give this item to you."

Hearing the word "true", Dou Jiafu's heart skipped a beat. After taking the paper and looking at it, he felt a little dizzy. Although he didn't know many words, he could still read the words "Wenyin 1000 taels".

He trembled all over as if he had received a hot iron, and then hurriedly handed back the bank note, panicked: "This, I can't accept this!"

The man didn't pick it up, and then took two steps back, saying with no expression on his face: "Young Master Zhen's gift, you have to accept it if you don't. I'm just here on an errand, and now I should leave when the errand is finished. I'm leaving." Without stopping any longer, he got on his horse and galloped away.

what is this? !

Holding the bank note in his hand, Dou Jiafu was stunned and couldn't recover for a while.After regaining his senses, he stared at the banknote for a while, suddenly felt angry and sad for no reason, and his hands trembled, wanting to tear up the banknote, but also wanting to throw it on the ground and trample it to pieces.

However, in the end he did nothing and went back to the room in a daze with the bank note.

……

Three months later.

The summer is hot, the cicadas are singing, the flowers in the lotus pond are blooming, pink and white, and the green leaves are dancing with the wind.

Zhen Zhigong lay drowsy in the gazebo where the wind was blowing from all sides, while the two pretty little girls next to him were fanning lightly, staring at the thin but still handsome and charming sleeping face of his young master without taking his eyes off it.

Zhou Fusheng walked up to the gazebo and said in a low voice, "Master, lunch is ready."

Zhen Zhigong didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and slowly uttered three words: "No appetite."

Zhou Fusheng knew that he would say so, so he said calmly: "Today's lunch is served by Mr. Tang, who once worked as an imperial cook in the palace and later returned to his hometown after resignation. The master and wife just tasted his cooking. Everyone is full of praise after the dish!"

Zhen Zhigong turned over, and said three words still weakly: "Not interested."

Zhou Fusheng was a little anxious, and said earnestly: "Young master, you can't do this all the time. No matter how bad your appetite is, you can't stop eating. It's been three months since I came back, and I haven't put on weight at all. Not to mention Mrs. Madam, I even watch my subordinates." No more. Eldest young master, tell me what you want to eat, no matter it is something that flies in the sky or swims in the water, as long as you name it, Uncle Zhou will definitely get it for you!"

Zhen Zhigong's heart moved, he finally opened his eyes and sat up from the couch, and said solemnly: "I want to eat tofu."

"Tofu?" Zhou Fusheng was dumbfounded, suspecting that he had an auditory hallucination, "Do you want to eat tofu?"

Zhen Zhigong nodded very positively.

Zhou Fusheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's not easy to want tofu, just wait a moment, I'll tell the kitchen to buy it for you to eat." After saying that, he hurried out of the gazebo.

Zhen Zhigong lay down again and closed his eyes, lamenting in his heart, is he a bitch, all delicacies are tasteless, why is his mouth full of saliva and his index finger moving when he thinks of tofu alone?Is it possible that after a month of hard life in Zhangjia Village, after eating tofu for a month, the stomach and intestines have become so poor that they can't digest big fish and big meat?

It's really strange, but his young master has always been fond of flesh and blood.

Zhou Fusheng was worthy of being the number one housekeeper of the Zhen family, and he was extremely thoughtful and neat in handling things. In less than half an hour, the white marble table in the gazebo was covered with plates, bowls and bowls, colorful and pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Fusheng introduced them one by one very courteously: "Master, take a look, this is emerald tofu, this is cinnabar tofu, this is pearl tofu balls, this is fish lip tofu stew, this is shark's fin tofu soup, and this is... "

This is obviously a table full of tofu. It turns out that tofu can be made in so many ways.Zhen Zhigong cheered up a bit, got up and went to the table, took the silver spoon from the maid and started to taste.

After tasting all eight tofu dishes on the table, Zhen Zhigong frowned, put down the silver spoon, and shook his head slowly.

No, neither.

It is undeniable that the taste of these dishes is not bad, but somehow he feels that there is something missing, which is somewhat different from the taste he wants.As for what was wrong, he couldn't say.

Zhou Fusheng had been closely watching his young master's reaction, seeing him shaking his head, he hurriedly said, "Master, don't these suit your taste?"

Zhen Zhigong let out a long sigh.

Zhou Fusheng swallowed his saliva, and said helplessly, "Then I'll have someone else in the kitchen do it again?"

Zhen Zhigong rubbed his forehead, feeling helpless against his own tricky and weird appetite, "No need, even if you change a hundred cooks, they probably won't be able to cook the taste I want."

At this moment, he finally realized the fact that he didn't want to eat tofu, but someone's tofu—oh no, it was just someone's tofu.