"Okay, don't laugh anymore, I still have some fried stinky tofu at home. If you want to eat it, I can make it for you."

"But I didn't say..." Liu Yimian hesitated.

"Why can't you turn your head around?" Ji Wei knocked on Liu Yimian's head, "I'm talking about not robbing her for business, but I didn't say that I can't eat it at home."

"right……"

Stinky tofu is so unique, Lin Sanjie's stinky tofu stall is set up on the street, and most of the street can smell it and find it.

In the first two days of setting up the stall, business was deserted. Relying on the foundation laid by Ji Wei that day, all those who come to the door are repeat customers.

But the stalls have been set up for a long time, and gradually there are many new customers.

The ones who suffered the most were the vendors who set up stalls next to Lin Sanjie.

All of them complained, but since Third Sister Lin was a poor widow, they had to endure it.

After smelling it a lot, got used to it. Some people bought it and tried it. In the end, they fell in love with the smell and became a regular customer at Lin Sanjie's stall.

Stinky tofu is famous faster than filling cakes.

In the beginning, it was Aunt Zhou's cake filling stall, taking her business. A few days later, the situation reversed, and it became the stinky tofu that brought the business of making cakes.

When Aunt Zhou went back and talked about it, even Zhao Dalong was amazed.

"However, it's thanks to Da Lang for this." There was a basket on the table. Aunt Zhou went over to pick it up and took a look. There were a lot of bright red fruits in it.

"Where did this berry come from?"

"I picked it up on the mountain." Zhao Hu stuck his head out from inside and responded.

He hadn't been up the mountain for many days, and while he was not working in the morning, he carried a basket and went to the mountain, going deeper and deeper, to a place he had never been to before.

There were many red fruits growing on the tree, which tasted sweet and slightly sour, so Zhao Hu picked half of them.

"Did you send it to Dalang's family?"

"Nope."

"Then I'll go deliver it." Aunt Zhou divided half of the berries and put them in a deep-mouthed bowl to Ji's house.

Ji Wei has a huge demand for milk, but goat milk is not endless. As his milk consumption is increasing day by day, the goat milk of Zhao Laizi's family is already showing signs of not being able to supply.

For this, Ji Wei went to Zhao Lazi's house on purpose.

There was only Liu Yimian in the house, sitting by the window holding a book. He heard a knock on the door, and when he opened it, he found out that it was Aunt Zhou.

"Is business good today?" Liu Yimian took Aunt Zhou's hand and walked happily into the house. Seeing the berries in her hand, she naturally took one to taste.

Although he lives under the same roof with Ji Wei every day, it is difficult for him to be so comfortable because of his distractions. It was only in front of Aunt Zhou that Liu Yimian had a bit of juvenile spontaneity.

"Yes, with Sanniang selling stinky tofu next to me, there are a lot more people who come to buy cakes." Aunt Zhou didn't pay attention to Liu Yimian's gloomy expression, and rambled about the big guy who ate stinky tofu. Surprise reaction.

"I just said that this stinky tofu will definitely sell well. I didn't expect Dalang to give it to Sanniang." Aunt Zhou did not expect Ji Wei's move.

She turned around in the kitchen, the cold pot and the cold stove didn't look like it was cooking on a fire, so she asked Liu Yimian if she had eaten.

Liu Yimian was thinking about Lin Sanjie's stinky tofu stall, and she was so worried that she didn't hear Aunt Zhou's words at all.

"Mianmian, have you eaten yet?" Aunt Zhou raised her voice and called out again. Liu Yimian responded quickly, nodding her head and saying that she had eaten.

"What are you thinking? You didn't hear me when I called you."

Liu Yimian was embarrassed to say it, for fear that Aunt Zhou would think he was being careful, and shook her head to say it was fine.

"Is there anything that even my aunt can't say? If I can't say it, who else can? Dalang is impossible, so be careful to hold back your heart and get sick."

"...But I always feel that it's not good to say it."

"What's wrong? Who dares to say bad? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else!" Aunt Zhou patted her chest and assured, Liu Yimian hesitated and nodded lightly.

He also wanted to talk to people.

"Aunt, am I useless?"

Aunt Zhou was startled and asked him why he thought so.

"Lin Sanniang makes tofu and sells tofu, but I can't even lift a heavier bucket of water. Brother Ji is busy with business, and I can't help..."

Liu Yimian wanted to say something, but Aunt Zhou interrupted him with a slap on the head, and the boss glared at him unhappily.

"Dalang doesn't let you help, because he wants you to study hard and think less about some things! You must not even read books well, and then you have failed Dalang's heart."

"But I-"

Liu Yimian bit her lower lip, feeling uneasy in her heart.

"But what?"

Aunt Zhou saw Liu Yimian's expression of wanting to speak, and held his palm distressedly, her tone softened a lot, "Mianmian, Auntie thinks you're afraid of something, I didn't ask you before, I'll tell Aunt now, There's no way I can help you."

Do you really want to say it?

Liu Yimian couldn't make up her mind.

But as soon as she saw Aunt Zhou's concerned eyes, the words were stuck in her throat and couldn't be uttered.

After being so stiff for a long time, Liu Yimian finally bowed his head and gave in.

"Aunt, Brother Ji doesn't seem to mean that to me..."

"what?"

Liu Yimian's voice was too low, and Aunt Zhou still couldn't hear the two being so close. She picked her ears and muttered that she was getting old and her ears were not good enough, so Liu Yimian said it again.

When she understood what Liu Yimian said, she stood up abruptly, her eyes widened in disbelief, "You mean you, you haven't..."

Liu Yimian turned her face away, hummed softly, and said nothing.

"How can this work? How long have you been in the door? It must be seven or eight months, right?" Aunt Zhou hurriedly turned around, "Do you two usually sleep in the same bed?"

"It's one."

"Sleep together! Dalang doesn't touch you?" Aunt Zhou was puzzled and shocked, she sat down on the stool again, holding Liu Yimian's hand in her hand.