As she was making her calculations, she also thought about returning to the blacksmith's shop to get a few stir-fry pans and such. Moreover, if they were to build a new house, they would have to plan it properly: the stove and the kang bed should be connected with a small door in between to shut in the summer and open in the winter, which even saves the trouble of heating the kang.
Having prepared the salted food and the tofu pudding, she made Lao Fan blissfully content that morning. The salted food was tender and juicy, with a fragrant and smooth taste. Although it had cooled a bit, he still ate several pieces before stopping. And that tofu pudding was simply one word—amazing! Especially the white, tender stuff in the soup, which was even smoother than eggs, yet it was clearly not egg. As soon as it entered your mouth, it would slide down your throat on its own.
