The stinky tofu was too popular. Not only was it loved by the women, but the men could not stop eating it. Master Xiao Wu was a soldier, and the people he knew were all soldiers. It could be described as crazy when a group of soldiers ate.
Two large jars of stinky tofu were eaten by this group of burly men. They hadn't eaten enough yet.
"Can you make it now?" The pageboy asked.
Yu Wan shook her head. This was not fresh tofu, but fermented. The fermentation process could not be too short, or else it would not be able to reach that taste.
The pageboy's gaze landed on Yu Wan's remaining small jar of extremely miserable-looking fermented bean curd. "Can you give me this?"
The fermented bean curd was almost used up. There were remaining pieces of fermented bean curd inside, and Yu Wan gave them to him very generously.
Hence, half of the fermented bean curd was snatched away by those rough men.
