บท 71: Wooden Mold

The corner of Su Binglan's mouth twitched when she heard Shen Qiuhua's words. It wasn't like her mother said at all. Su Binglan was only worried about Luo Jin'an's condition and thought it wasn't good for him to work so hard.

"Mother, did you just hear what you said?"

Shen Qiuhua said smilingly, "Okay, I won't say that again. I know you're shy."

Su Binglan felt helpless. She thought the situation was becoming increasingly ridiculous. She looked at Luo Jin'an's stubborn expression and knew he couldn't sit still, so she might as well tell him to do something less tiring.

She pondered momentarily and said, "Why don't you help light the fire instead? We must quickly finish making the tofu to go to the market and sell them."

Luo Jin'an only nodded.

Then Su Binglan started to make the tofu. The soybeans from yesterday were ready as her parents filtered them with the cloth. She put the filtered soy milk into the pot and boiled it for a while.