Now that Qiao Xiaomai had said she would teach the main chef at Jiwaiju how to cook tofu in the afternoon, she would naturally go ahead. At the moment she had come home early because there was nothing to do in the town, so she decided to do some chores around the house.
As for being angry, of course she was angry, she had stealthily crushed a handful of melon seeds while walking back home with her hand in her basket.
After turning the seeds into dust, the sulking within her was ventually gone.
When she got home, it was not yet noon. It seemed like the whole family went out for the market day.
Qiao Xiaomai went into the hall to check the bean sprouts. They had grown as long as a finger, and thus were ready to be eaten.
She scraped off the scales of two grass carps, excised their internal organs, and sliced the meat into pieces. Next, she marinated the slices in egg whites and seasoning.
