Ji Wei responded, she was happy, and felt that the five cents were worth it. picked up a chopstick of stinky tofu and took a bite. If you ignore the taste, it is actually delicious.

She ate faster and faster, until she even drank all the soup. When returning the bowl to Ji Wei, he looked at the bucket of stinky tofu with unfulfilled thoughts, and regretted, "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't hesitate. Come earlier, I didn't expect it to be so delicious."

"Stinky tofu, it just smells stinky." Ji Wei handed her the prepared cake, and the woman gave the money and left happily.

With this first order of business, other people who have waited and watched for a long time are also a little moved. If you are not curious about this stinky tofu with a strong pungent smell, it is all fake.

It's just that I'm still worried that it will be hard to eat and lose money, and those who are thinking about it are chatting with others and waiting. When the woman was far away, a few people walked over and squatted on the side with a bowl to eat.

Gradually, there were more people queuing for stinky tofu in front of the stall, and the amount of stinky tofu in Ji Wei's bucket was gradually decreasing. In less than half an hour, only half of the bucket remained.

After the person left, Aunt Zhou said oddly, "What on earth are you holding in your head? I thought it was grass before, but now I think it's a treasure!"

Aunt Zhou's praise was simple and straightforward, and Ji Wei laughed out loud, saying that she had won the prize.

A few orders of stinky tofu and cakes were sold scattered. Aunt Zhou was sitting with Ji Wei standing, and the two were chatting. Ji Wei suddenly stopped talking, and following his line of sight, Aunt Zhou saw Third Sister Lin.

"Why did she come to West Street?" Even if she wanted to deliver tofu, she should go to Nanbei Street.

Ji Wei raised his chin and motioned Aunt Zhou to look at what Lin Sanjie was carrying, apparently coming out to buy vegetables.

"She told me not to give her food the day before yesterday, and I was too busy to forget about it." Aunt Zhou patted her head and was pushed by Ji Wei's arm.

"Auntie, go and call her over and try this stinky tofu."

Aunt Zhou glared at him, "Don't you have a long mouth?"

"It's not bad for me, please, please." Ji Wei put his hands together and smiled at Aunt Zhou.

"I really can't help you." Aunt Zhou was helpless and got up to stop Third Sister Lin.

After all, Aunt Zhou took great care of her for a few days, and Sanjie Lin didn't feel good about her, so she came to the stall, but she didn't expect Ji Wei to be at the stall. She didn't know whether to turn around and leave or stay. At this.

"Come and try this stinky tofu." Ji Wei loaded up the bowl, pushed it in front of Third Sister Lin, and then took two steps back to stick it against the wall, as far away from her as possible.

With Ji Wei's action, Lin Sanjie finally felt a lot more natural, and didn't have the urge to turn around and leave immediately. It's just that Ji Wei made it, and she has no appetite.

"No Aunt Zhou, I have to go back."

"I've come here, I won't leave if I don't eat a bowl!" Aunt Zhou stopped Sanjie Lin and put the bowl in her hand.

Lin Sanjie was afraid that the bowl would be broken, so she had to hold it tightly.

But when she smelled the smell, she felt a little uncomfortable, and hesitantly said: "What is this? The smell is very strange."

"Stinky tofu, made by Dalang, don't look at it stinky, but it's delicious. If it wasn't for the small portion, I'd like to eat another bowl." After she finished speaking, Lin Sanjie looked up, a little curious.

Ji Wei hurriedly packed another bowl and handed it to Aunt Zhou, "Eat what you want, don't save it for me."

"Little bastard, is it easy to make money? I have to make two cakes for one bowl." Aunt Zhou wanted to push it back, but Ji Wei refused, so he leaned on the cart and ate stinky tofu face-to-face with Sanjie Lin.

Lin Sanjie made tofu, but she was a little confused. Even if this tofu is fried, it can't have this taste, and don't know what Jiwei has added this season. It's strangely delicious to eat.

Thinking of this, Lin Sanjie felt a little envious.

She can only make tofu, which is not a very powerful craft. There are many people who make tofu in Changliu Town, and she can't sell much if she has few people and little strength, and usually only has enough food and clothing.

If she can also make tofu into tricks, she will not worry about not being able to sell it.

After Lin Sanjie finished eating, she put the bowl on the cart, thanked her in a low voice, and walked away a little sadly despite Aunt Zhou's request.

When it was almost noon, Ji Wei brought a bucket of stinky tofu, and only soup was left for sale.

It was almost time for lunch, and the sun climbed to the top, it was hot and stuffy, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, so Ji Wei didn't let Aunt Zhou continue to sell.

On the way back, Ji Wei turned to the East Street for a stroll, and sure enough, he saw the second sister-in-law of Lin. The business in front of the stall was still booming. There were four or five people queuing up. Second Sister Lin spread the cake, and Zhang Wang greeted the guests.

Ji Wei turned around and went back without disturbing, and saw an old woman selling sugar water. Ji Wei bought five copies, gave three copies to Aunt Zhou, and took the remaining two copies home with Liu Yimian.

Ji Wei made stinky tofu, not to make money. But I made a few plates of tofu and went out to set up a stall in the morning, and I actually made a hundred or two hundred dollars.

He calculated the profit of this stinky tofu, and went back to the house after lunch to write down the method of making stinky tofu on a piece of paper. He also thoughtfully drew some simple steps to make it clearer.

Liu Yimian sat aside with the book in his hands, and couldn't help but peek at the piece of paper. He wrote in detail and drew thoughtfully. He was scratching his head in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask who to give it to. Sitting always felt uncomfortable. , keep changing postures.

Ji Wei finished the painting, blew a few sips of ink, and glanced at him, "Are there nails on the stool?"

"Ah?" Liu Yimian didn't react for a while, and when she took the book back, she realized that Ji Wei might be laughing at him.

His ears were a little hot, and he didn't dare to look up, so he could only raise the book to block his face so that Ji Wei could not see it.

Ji Wei folded the paper, put it in his sleeve pocket, and got up to go.

When he reached the door, he subconsciously looked back.

Liu Yimian didn't read the book, and stood at the table, with the fingers of both hands clasped together, her lips pursed tightly, and she looked pitiful, like an abandoned animal.

Ji Wei had this thought in his heart, and then he was shocked and found it funny again.