It was already late, and although the deal was done, it was clear that there was no time to transport the goods or give the silver today. Shopkeeper He stayed a while longer, then left with a pot of tofu pudding.
The sun had set, it was time to light the lamps.
The workday for Miao Dali's engineering team had ended. Here, there's no such thing as an eight-hour shift; when it gets dark, that's when work ends.
Before Miao Dali left, he came to see Qiao Xiaomai once, wanting to buy some soybeans.
Half a year had passed since Qiao Xiaomai developed soy milk, tofu, and tofu pudding.
At first, tofu and tofu pudding were made for the wealthy, hence the high price, which ordinary people could not afford.
But the price of soybeans never rose, remaining at three wen per catty, making tofu and tofu pudding extremely profitable.
And since only the wealthy could afford to eat this, the consumption of soybeans was limited.
