"Once I have completed the tofu pot addition, then we can produce more tofu. I'll trouble Brother Dong to relay a message, telling them that I'm trying my best to get everything ready as soon as possible. I don't want to delay either of our businesses."
"Sure, no problem. I'll pass the message along," Dong Dazhu chuckled broadly.
Every time he came to discuss matters at this tofu factory, he always managed to make things work out smoothly. Miss Zhuang was indeed an understanding and good-natured woman.
Having settled the matter, it was routine to load the tofu onto the bullock cart. Dong Dazhu drove away, and not long after, Bai San arrived.
Zhuang Qingning instructed Zhuang Mingliang to go back and inform Zhuang Yonghe to make preparations for the daytime tofu-making workforce. After that, Zhuang Qingning, accompanied by Zhuang Qingsui, left with the tofu to head to the town with Bai San.