After finalizing everything with Manager Li, Yue Jiaojiao followed Zhao Zhan back to Willow Village the next day and taught him how to grow more bean sprouts.
The tofu he made yesterday was ready. In the afternoon, Zhao Zhan made a plate of fried tofu according to Yue Jiaojiao's instructions.
"It would be great if chili could be added in," Yue Jiaojiao's tastebuds never had spicy food ever since she came to this place, and now that she thought about it, she couldn't help but crave it. "Zhao Zhan, all the injuries on my body have healed. Can you add chili to the meals next time?"
"Chili?"
"Is it something fresh like soybeans?"
Zhao Zhan couldn't think of an explanation even after racking his brain as to what it was.
"No way? Don't tell me there's no chili here?" Yue Jiaojiao was instantly filled with despair. With a bitter face, she felt that there was nothing left for her to live for.
