"You two keep it for yourselves." Mrs. He declined.
"Auntie, please accept it." Zhuang Qingning still pushed it into Mrs. He's hands, "You have been helping us make clothes and shoes, without asking for money or tofu in return. How would I have the nerve to ask you to make clothes for us in the future if you don't accept this?"
Seeing Zhuang Qingning insist, Mrs. He, knowing they were now making tofu as a business, felt they were doing alright, so she reluctantly accepted it: "Then, Auntie will accept this without any shame..."
After accepting the tofu, Mrs. He didn't leave immediately, but was grinning and casually looking around, seeming quite embarrassed.
"Auntie, do you also need something from me?" Zhuang Qingning sensed something and asked.
"Well, there is a little something…" Mrs. He appeared hesitant but finally seemed to make up her mind, biting her lip and saying, "I wanted to discuss something with you."
