Ms.Qian looked at Junior Ms.Qian, who immediately pulled Datou and Daya aside, whispering, "You two go together and find the village head. Ask him to get someone to call your grandpa and dad down from the mountain. You mustn't run off to the mountains by yourselves, understand?"
Both children nodded in agreement.
Junior Ms.Qian whispered again, "Bring the village head here, quickly go."
Hand in hand, the two children ran off.
Junior Ms.Qian went into the kitchen, prepared a bowl of silken tofu, and with a pained heart, sprinkled in a handful of sugar, stirring it well before taking it to the yamen runner.
The yamen runner had never eaten anything like this before. After taking a bite, he was so surprised he could hardly believe it, "What is this? It looks like tofu, but it's different."
Smiling, Ms.Qian replied, "This is soft tofu, we call it tofu pudding. It's very cooling with sugar, and I hope the officer won't disdain it after having come all this way."
