"Yes, I know." Zhou Ying promised, and she started to get busy.
However, Zhou Ying didn't expect that before noon, Tian Jiawang came with a cart and asked, "Sister, do you still have any more dried tofu and tofu? Especially the dried tofu; I delivered all the ones you gave me to the tavern, and I don't have any more to sell."
Zhou Ying replied, "I really don't have any more; you can only wait until tomorrow."
"Then can I order one huge plate of tofu and 50 pounds of dried tofu for tomorrow?"
"So many?" Zhou Ying asked in surprise.
Then, she thought of the various things stored in her interspace and asked, "Brother Tian, what is the size of the tavern you are talking about?"
"It's a small tavern on the dock, specially opened for the hard laborers, so they can't afford anything expensive. This dried tofu is a delicious side dish with a little mix, so the boss wants to order more."
