Shen Qiuhua walked quickly. "Binglan, the workers are blaming themselves now that they know that two boxes of tofu have gone bad. What should we do? Those two boxes of tofu are worth a lot of money."
Her heart was heavy because the tofu everyone had worked so hard to make had gone bad. The villagers were typically frugal. Whenever they made food, they could not even bear to waste a single drop, let alone tofu.
They could have eaten the tofu if it had not spoiled. Still, it was such a waste of money and food.
Shen Qiuhua sighed helplessly.
"Don't worry, Mother. I have an idea," Su Binglan consoled Shen Qiuhua.
Shen Qiuhua's dejected expression disappeared when she heard her daughter's words. She looked at her daughter excitedly and said, "Do you have a way to save the tofu?"
Her eyes brightened when she looked at Su Binglan with anticipation.
"I have an idea, but I'll need to check something first." Su Binglan nodded calmly.
