Could it be that after tasting the stinky tofu yesterday, the Sixth Prince was attracted by its unique flavor and developed a liking for this delicacy?
Yu Zhizhi smiled and asked, “Are you here to buy it for your master?”
Zhao Wu originally wanted to say “no,” but the next sentence from Yu Zhizhi made him immediately change his mind.
“No need to pay. Just treat it as my treat. After all, I’m setting up a stall here, right in front of his residence under this apricot tree—it counts as paying stall rent!”
“Thank you!”
Since she said so, if he refused a free offer, it would be a great disrespect to the so-called “Stinky Tofu Beauty” everyone was talking about.
Zhao Wu felt that he was being very respectful at this moment.
A free portion of stinky tofu—pure bliss!
Not long after he left, it was Zhao Yi’s turn in line.
However, unlike last time, Zhao Yi had been sent by his master to buy stinky tofu.
“One portion of stinky tofu.”
Coincidentally, Zhao Yi, Zhao Wu, and Yu Zhizhi were all acquainted.
“Your master has quite a good appetite. I’ll add a few extra pieces for him later so he can enjoy it fully. Still the same as Zhao Wu’s order? Extra spicy with cilantro?”
“Your master really has a heavy taste! And still no payment required.”
Hearing this, Zhao Yi immediately understood.
So that’s what Zhao Wu did!
He dared to use the master’s name to scam food—he’ll deal with him later!
Zhao Yi said sternly, “The master prefers light flavors. Make it mildly spicy, no cilantro. Also, Zhao Wu’s actions are his own; please don’t misunderstand.”
Yu Zhizhi understood—it was a misunderstanding.
Feeling a bit guilty in case Zhao Wu got scolded, she explained what happened earlier.
Still, Zhao Yi left 40 wen of silver.
After delivering the stinky tofu to his master, Zhao Yi hurried back to the courtyard where the six personal guards lived.
Today was Zhao Wu’s day off, and he was sleeping soundly.
Zhao Yi shook him awake: “Zhao Wu, wake up!”
“Get lost, don’t disturb me,” Zhao Wu muttered.
He was dreaming of hotpot—ever since he secretly followed Yu Zhizhi to Fuxu Restaurant, he had been obsessed with it.
Zhao Yi smelled the strong scent on him and said coldly, “Yesterday we agreed—whoever gets tempted by stinky tofu is a dog!”
“Woof woof woof!”
Zhao Wu barked loudly and proudly without hesitation.
Zhao Yi was furious—completely hopeless.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yun Jin pinched his nose while eating stinky tofu for the first time.
He had been skeptical at first, but after the first bite, he was surprised by its crisp yet tender texture and rich flavor.
He even discovered two ways to eat it—crispy immediately, or soaked longer for a softer, juicier taste.
Day 3 of the stall.
The stall welcomed three unexpected visitors.
Zhao Yun Jin’s personal guards and others arrived.
Yu Zhizhi’s stall had completely sold out by evening.
They returned to the Yun residence happily.
Yu Zhizhi said, “I saved some stinky tofu. Let’s eat together later.”
Yu Xiaocheng cheered, “Can I have two portions?”
“Of course.”
Zhao Wu said, “I want three portions!”
“No problem.”
After finishing calculations, Zhao Wu happily said, “Boss, we made a net profit of ten taels in three days. We can continue this business!”
Yu Zhizhi handed him three taels. “Your share, 30% as promised.”
“Thank you, boss!”
Then she calmly added, “Unfortunately, starting tomorrow, we’re not selling stinky tofu anymore.”
“WHAT?”
Zhao Wu was completely stunned.