As time passed, the stall’s business gradually returned to its previous booming state.
About half an hour later, just as the stinky tofu was about to sell out, Yu Zhizhi quickly fried one last portion and personally delivered it to the guards.
“Guard brother, please help me send this stinky tofu to your master to try.”
“Alright.”
Not long after, Zhao Yi took the stinky tofu and entered the study again.
“Master, Yu Zhizhi is offering you stinky tofu.”
This was the first time Zhao Yunjin had smelled this pungent odor so closely. Even so, it was still hard to adapt to.
Frowning slightly, he said, “Take it away.”
“Yes, Master.”
Zhao Yunjin couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—he had underestimated Yu Zhizhi.
He didn’t expect that in just half a day, her stall would become so popular.
So popular that customers kept coming.
So popular that it even attracted the constables.
So popular that she even came to borrow his influence.
Zhao Wu looked at the stinky tofu in Zhao Yi’s hand and asked curiously, “The master isn’t going to eat it?”
Zhao Yi nodded.
Zhao Wu continued, “Then what are you going to do with it?”
“Throw it away.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wu quickly said, “Let me throw it. This kind of rough work isn’t suitable for you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wu swiftly took the stinky tofu from Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi grinned at him and praised, “Among our six personal guards, aside from me, you’re the most perceptive.”
Zhao Wu, skilled at flattery, replied, “Isn’t it all learned from you?”
And just like that, the stinky tofu ended up in Zhao Wu’s stomach.
He ate it with great enjoyment, even feeling a little unsatisfied afterward.
No wonder Yu Zhizhi’s stall was so popular. As guards who followed their master every day, they had eaten many delicacies, but this unique stinky tofu was something they had never tried before. It seemed like only her stall sold it.
After finishing official duties, Zhao Yunjin sat at his desk, rubbed his temples, and closed his eyes to rest.
When he opened them again, the image of that “gift” stinky tofu suddenly appeared in his mind.
“Zhao Yi, is that stinky tofu still there?”
Zhao Yi froze.
Did the master suddenly want to eat it?
He answered truthfully, “It has already been thrown away.”
Zhao Yunjin nodded, indicating he understood, then fell into thought.
Meanwhile, Grandfather He Donghai had been quietly observing his grandson and noticed that He Yang was especially serious today while selling stinky tofu.
This was unprecedented and surprised him greatly.
After He Yang finished closing the stall, He Donghai walked over with a smile.
“Grandson, learn well from Zhizhi. Even learning a little would be good. Also, remember to bring back two portions of stinky tofu tomorrow—one for your grandmother and one for me.”
He Yang helplessly spread his hands. “Grandfather, one portion is twenty copper coins. I’m only a minor partner—I can’t make decisions about that.”
“You brat! Can’t you just put it on your account?”
“I’m really poor now, didn’t you know? My father cut off my monthly allowance because he doesn’t want me to do business with Boss Yu.”
“He really has no eye for talent. You clearly have great business potential.”
He Yang liked hearing praise.
“As expected, Grandfather has good judgment. Fine, I’ll put it on my account.”
Grandfather He Donghai thought to himself: compared to him, this grandson was still too inexperienced.
Looks like I’ll have good food in the future.
His old friends had all been envious after tasting the stinky tofu, just like they were previously envious of the hotpot.
So he fully supported his grandson following Yu Zhizhi.
Even with both hands and feet, he would approve.
The first day of the stall ended without incident.
After returning to the Yun residence, Yu Zhizhi immediately bathed and changed clothes—there was no choice, the smell was too strong.
Fortunately, the stall only ran for three days. Otherwise, people would always associate her with the word “stinky.”
The next morning.
Yu Zhizhi prepared one and a half times more stinky tofu than yesterday, because many customers who queued yesterday failed to get any.
Their disappointed expressions were still fresh in her memory.
After learning how successful the stall had become, her younger brother Xiao Chen and her father also came to help.
The group arrived at the Sixth Prince’s residence early in the morning.
But they were shocked by what they saw.
Yesterday at this time, this area had been completely empty.
Today, however, carriages and horses filled the space, and many people were already waiting.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted:
“The Stinky Tofu Beauty has arrived!”
“Where?”
“She’s blocked by that guy dressed like a green peacock!”
Yu Zhizhi froze.
“Are they talking about me?”
He Yang burst into laughter.
“Hahaha! Boss, you heard right—they are talking about you!”
Then he teased, “Not bad, the title ‘Stinky Tofu Beauty’ actually suits you quite well.”
Yu Zhizhi refused to be outdone and smiled at him.
“Didn’t you hear them? They said you’re a green peacock. You wore red yesterday and green today—are you trying to spread your feathers for someone?”
He Yang muttered softly, “I only wore green today because I saw the Sixth Prince in a dark green robe yesterday. He looked so noble and striking, I just wanted to try it.”
“Is there really a big difference between us?”
Yu Zhizhi nodded seriously. “The difference between buyer’s show and seller’s show.”
He Yang pouted.
His fragile heart was hurt again.
More and more young men and women came to queue. They were drawn by the rumor of a strange snack—black, smelly, but delicious—only available at the stall in front of the Sixth Prince’s residence.
Even Zhao Wu, one of the guards, secretly slipped into the queue.
“Give me a portion of extra spicy with coriander.”
“Alright!”
Yu Zhizhi looked up and recognized him.
Wasn’t this one of the Sixth Prince’s personal guards, Zhao Wu?