The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"That's right, even I wouldn't eat on this day. After eating, my stomach feels cold and uncomfortable."

Fang Xiaoning nodded, "Tell Mother not to do anything else tomorrow except for the restaurant."

"to make."

"If the shopkeeper asks you what it is tomorrow, just say it's acorn tofu." Everyone knows what acorns are.

"Ai!"

Fang Xiaoning stopped talking, pondering how to persuade the shopkeeper to buy their tofu tomorrow. She definitely needed to make some for them, but how?

Celery and tofu stew, stir-fried tofu with meat, acorn and tofu soup, stir-fried tofu with chicken.

Okay, I'll make these four things tomorrow.

How much does it cost?

This stuff weighs a lot, so it can be sold by the pound. One pound is about the amount of one dish. It'll cost 8 coins? If she wants a lot, won't she be rich this winter?

It's okay if they only want a small amount; she can set up a stall in town to sell it. Yes, it's not that cold yet. She can sell it in town for a while, teach everyone how to cook it, and it'll be a new dish for her.

She was dumbfounded. Who said you have to sell ready-made items when you set up a stall? You can sell vegetables too!

Having made up her mind, Fang Xiaoning closed her eyes, listening to the snoring beside her.

"Mother, we're going to a restaurant to sell tofu at noon, so we'll probably be back a little late. Don't worry, eat your food first."

"Okay, if the cold noodles don't sell well, let's not wait and just eat them ourselves when we get back."

"Okay, let's go!"

"Brother Feng, let's sell cold noodles and tofu first. I need to make them for them to try, which will take a while. Lunchtime is the best time to test the dishes."

"Okay, we only need about ten servings today, it should be quick. If not, we can sell them at a lower price."

"Okay." A discount is fine too. The customers who are still here are die-hard fans who are willing to risk getting diarrhea to eat here. They deserve a discount.

Today's liangpi (cold skin noodles) sold out extremely quickly because it was half price, and since it was cool, loyal fans all chose to take it away.

"The shopkeeper's!"

The shopkeeper was somewhat surprised to see the two men who had finished delivering goods in the morning return. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Are you trying to persuade me to buy cold noodles and jelly?" he asked. "It's getting cold, and no customers are willing to eat here. I heard that even their little stall is going to have to close down."

"Shopkeeper, we've made something new for you to try. It's hot. Do you want to see if you're interested?"

They've come up with something new for winter! This couple really knows how to create things.

"Okay, let me see."

Fang Xiaoning lifted the cloth cover from the small basket.

"Is this jelly?"

“This is tofu.”

The shopkeeper looked at Fang Xiaoning and asked, "Young lady, do you think I'm a fool?"

"It really is tofu, shopkeeper. May I borrow the kitchen so I can make a few dishes for you to try?"

They arrived early today; it's not lunchtime yet, and there are no customers in the restaurant.

"Please." He gestured for the waiter to take Fang Xiaoning to the kitchen. If he could really add a few new dishes during the winter, he certainly wouldn't refuse.

Knowing that she was going to cook a new dish, the chef voluntarily gave up the stove and left the kitchen.

Song Feng sat on a small stool and tended the fire.

Can food made from acorns taste good? His wife didn't even try it herself before selling it. His confidence impressed him.

Two pots, four dishes. This tofu, the longer it's stewed, the more flavorful it becomes. Luckily, this fictional dynasty has chili peppers, which greatly enhance the flavor.

"Let's go!"

The chefs were curious about what was in the three dishes covered with bowls, plus a bowl of soup. They could also smell the aroma from outside – the aroma of chicken.

"Shopkeeper! Please have a taste."

The shopkeeper didn't have high expectations when he saw the presentation; it was just a very ordinary dish.

Picking up a piece, it's as smooth and tender as tofu, even more delicate. After the spiciness fades, it leaves a light, refreshing taste with a unique aroma—I can't quite describe it, but it's a very pleasant flavor. Most importantly, it doesn't have a beany taste, which many people dislike.

He picked up another piece; it was chewy and had a good texture. It didn't look particularly appealing, but the taste was alright. He tried all the dishes, and finally put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. Looking at the remaining food, Song Feng felt a little nervous; his Adam's apple bobbed. He hadn't finished!

"How do you two plan to sell this tofu? How long can it be stored?"

It's alright, but it's just a country dish, like the cold noodles and mung bean jelly we had before—not exactly high-class. It's just something to eat for the novelty; it won't fetch a high price.

"It should take about two days. We can deliver it every other day. This tofu should be soaked in water, and it's best to change the water two or three times a day. As for the price, how about 8 coins per pound?"