Su Ziling raised her eyebrows, "It's really tofu. Didn't you watch me do it? You also put in a lot of effort."

Su Zimu rolled his eyes at this time, "Sister, have you ever seen tofu made without beans?"

Su Ziling glanced at him, her eyes looking at a fool. She raised her chin and motioned him to look at the things in the basin, "Isn't this it? Fairy tofu!"

Su Zimu: "..."

It happened that Mr. Su and the others also came in at this time, and heard the second half of the sentence, "Tofu? Xiaoqing wants to eat tofu? Wait for two days, and grandpa will have someone bring you some."

As the saying goes: "The noble eat expensive things, the poor eat tofu." But for their family, tofu is not something they can eat whenever they want.

Su Zimu spoke first, "Grandpa, there is a problem that has been bothering me."

"Oh?" Mr. Su stroked his beard, "Ask, what do you want to ask?"

Su Zimu: "Grandpa, have you ever heard of tofu made without beans?"

Mr. Su: "..."

He slapped Su Zimu on the back of the head, "You bastard, what are you doing with your grandpa? If it doesn't have to be made with beans, how can it still be called tofu?"

Su Zimu was beaten, but he was still very excited. He looked at Su Ziling, "Look, grandpa also said that it is not made of beans and cannot be called tofu!"

"What's going on?" Mr. Su looked at Su Ziling.

"Huh? What is this?" Mother Su saw the fairy tofu on the table first and said in surprise.

"My sister said, this is fairy tofu!" Su Zimu couldn't wait to reply.

"Tofu?" Mother Su was also confused, "We have no beans at home. Qing, can you still make tofu?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on her, Su Ziling explained: "This is fairy tofu made from the leaves of body odor wood."

By the way, she took out the ancient story and told it to everyone. Mr. Su stroked his beard and nodded, "Well, this is a good name, and it is indeed worthy of the word "Fairy Tofu."

Su Zimu: "Grandpa, you just said that if it's not made of beans, it can't be called tofu!"

Grandpa Su glared at him and slapped him on the back of the head, "You talk too much, eat!"

Su Zimu pursed his lips, his face full of grievance, and whispered, "What a double standard!"

Mr. Su glanced at him and said in a slightly sinister tone, "What did you say?"

Su Zimu shuddered and said with a playful smile: "I said, Grandpa, you have worked hard today, hurry up and try it. I also put in a lot of effort in making this tofu!"

He smiled quite flatteringly and brought a bowl full to the old man.

The family gathered neatly around the table, with a large bowl of fairy tofu in front of everyone, and polenta in the center of the table.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to eat it. Su Ziling smiled and said, "Just mix it up and eat it!"

After saying that, she filled two more bowls for Su Zimu, "Zimu, give two bowls to Aunt Liu and the others next door to try."

After all, I just went to her house to ask for a handful of straw. Neighbors can only last long if they have contact with each other.

Su Zimu took a mouthful, served the fairy tofu and hurried out.

Su Ziling was horrified and chased him for a while, "Zimu, slow down, don't spill it."

"Don't worry, sister, you can't spill it. Don't finish it all. Remember to save some for me!" He didn't even look back and shouted as he walked.

"Remember to bring back the bowl!" Su Ziling finished speaking. His back was no longer visible, and she didn't know if he heard her.

"Qing'er, come and eat quickly. Don't worry about him. He knows how to get it back." Mother Su shouted when she saw her standing outside.

After hearing that he knew, Su Ziling went into the kitchen. Seeing how delicious everyone was eating, she took a taste herself.

My eyes narrowed and a satisfied smile appeared on my face. It tasted good. I didn't expect it to be so successful!

"Grandma, grandpa, how does it taste?"

"It's delicious!" Su A'nai and the old man ate fairly elegantly, taking their time, while Su's father and third uncle ate faster.

Even my cousin Su Ziqin, who never liked talking, was snoring.

Hearing Su Ziling's words, she timidly raised her head and said to Su Ziling, "It's delicious!" Her voice was crisp.

Her bowl was smaller and had less chili. Seeing her body, Su Ziling thought it was enough. Unexpectedly, she finished the bowl quickly. She licked her lips and looked at Su Ziling eagerly.

"anything else?"

Su Ziqin's eyes lit up and her voice was small, "Can you still eat it?"

Su Ziling touched her head, "Of course you can, I'll take care of myself today!"

Seeing her wanting to eat but not daring to speak, Su Ziling felt extremely uncomfortable. She was already eight years old, but looking at her appearance, some people would believe her if they said she was four or five years old.

Probably because the third aunt can't speak and the third uncle doesn't like to talk, she is timid. Aunt Su also took her with her, but she didn't know why, but she was even more scared.

In the end, wherever the third aunt went, she would follow her. Since the third aunt couldn't speak, no one would talk to Su Ziqin. The cycle continued like this. At the age of eight, she was still very afraid of people.

When she heard that she could eat enough, her black and white eyes were frighteningly bright. For the first time, she mustered up the courage, "Sister! I want more!"

Su Chuanbai said nothing, but the third aunt coughed.

Hearing the cough, Su Ziqin glanced at her and slowly lowered the hand holding the bowl.

A'nai Su looked at her and smiled, "Axiu, are you full?"

Su Ziqin glanced at her mother timidly, pursed her lips a few times, and did not dare to speak.

Su Ziling took the bowl, filled another half of the bowl for her, and touched her head, "Eat it. If it's not enough, call eldest sister and she will fill it for you."

Baiwei had no expression, just immersed herself in eating her own. Seeing that she was about to bottom out, Su Ziling took her bowl and added another bowl to her, "Third Aunt, eat more. From now on, this fairy tofu will be enough." !”

Baiwei was stunned, looking at the bowl of fairy tofu in front of her, her eyes turned red. She took the bowl and nodded heavily.

Su Ziling knew what she was thinking. She couldn't speak, her third uncle was dull, and Axiu was too young to help the family. She just thought, work more and eat less, so that she wouldn't be disliked by others. .

When she was at her parents' home, her parents disliked her because she ate too much, was slow on her feet, and couldn't speak.

Later, she married into Lao Su's family. Although she still didn't have enough to eat, at least she was never hungry. She could eat together at the table, so she thought that she should do more and eat less, so that maybe she wouldn't be disliked by others. .

But she probably didn't know that no one in the old Su family had ever disliked her.

Mr. Su ate a bowl and went to serve it again, "Xiao Qing, do you mean this is really made of leaves?"

Su Ziling lowered her voice, "Grandpa, how can I still lie to you? If you don't believe it, just ask Grandma. Grandma has watched it from beginning to end."

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