"Sister-in-law, you don't know, this brine soup can't be used for too long." Zhuang Mingliang replied with a smile, "People say that old soup is best for flavor, but that refers to other people's recipes. Ours is different, our soup can only be used for a month at most, and then it needs to be replaced. Otherwise, the taste will sour and the tofu skin won't taste good."
"Technically, we should have replaced it yesterday. I was too busy at the tofu skin workshop yesterday, so I came to change it today. Afterwards, I will prepare a new batch of brine soup in advance, so as not to delay the cooking of tofu skin tomorrow."
"I see," Mrs. Zhao suddenly realized, and reached out to take the wooden spoon from Zhuang Mingliang with a smile. "You're busy managing the tofu skin workshop and here as well, it must be exhausting. Why don't you take a rest? I can do it."
"I'll help with the soup later too, just tell me what to do and I'll do it accordingly. I can help you with some work."
