Shi Qingluo had asked Mother Xiao to soak the soybeans last night.
She asked, "Is there no grinder at our house?"
Xiao Hanzheng replied, "There isn't, but there's a common stone grinder in the village."
"You want to grind the beans?"
Shi Qingluo snapped her fingers. "Smart!"
"I asked our mother and our younger siblings to grind the beans too. Only then I could make tofu."
Xiao Hanzheng nodded. "Alright. When I'm better, I'll help you guys."
He didn't think that Shi Qingluo would make tofu just for today's food.
She would probably make it frequently in the future.
When Shi Qingluo heard that, she knew the hidden meaning in his words.
She realized that not only was Xiao Hanzheng's appearance and temperament up to her aesthetic sense, he was also very intelligent and was her cup of tea.
In the past, she had rejected all her suitors because they don't have tacit understanding or a rapport with her.
