Shen Qiuhua believed her daughter's words without a doubt.
"That's good. Since that's the case, we can make stinky tofu, mainly because of its deliciousness. I start craving stinky tofu whenever I think about it." Shen Qiuhua could still remember its smell.
She had not felt hungry after her busy afternoon, but she wanted to eat when she thought about how delicious the stinky tofu was. Fortunately, it was almost nighttime, and she could go home for dinner in a while.
Shortly after, Su Binglan explained how to make the stinky tofu to her mother, who did well to remember it. "All right. We'll start making stinky tofu tomorrow. Do you want to arrange for a few people to do that? Then we might need to hire more people to make the regular tofu."
