Su Binglan stopped Grandaunt Yang from thanking her again. Soon after, Su Binglan got started on breakfast. She secretly removed the tofu from her pocket dimension and soaked it in lightly salted water.
The old woman asked, "Is that the tofu, Miss Su? It's fragrant and looks soft. It should be delicious, right?"
After eating the tomato scrambled eggs last night, she knew how good Su Binglan's cooking was. Grandaunt Yang savored the scrambled eggs, even now.
She had eaten and slept well last night. The old woman could not stop smiling. She knew the village would soon improve with Su Binglan around. Grandaunt Yang always thought the young lady had a power that could make people believe.
The former wanted to talk to Su Binglan more but did not want to disturb her. Still, Su Binglan patiently explained, "Yes, this is what tofu looks like, Madam Yang. Although you can cook and eat it directly, it's a little cold and tasteless.
