As the 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, Yuzhi Zhi quickly fried another portion and personally delivered it to the guards.
“Sorry to trouble you, big guard brother. Please help me send this stinky tofu to your master.”
“Alright.”
Not long after, Zhao Wu received the stinky tofu and once again walked into the study. “Master, Yuzhi Zhi asked me to bring you stinky tofu.”
This was the first time Zhao Yun Jin had smelled such a strong and foul odor up close, and he still couldn’t adapt to it immediately.
Frowning, he replied, “Take it away.”
“Yes, Master.”
Zhao Yun Jin couldn’t help but sigh that he had underestimated Yuzhi Zhi. He hadn’t expected that in just half a day, her stall would become so popular.
So popular that customers kept coming nonstop.
So popular that it even attracted government officials.
So popular that it even reached him through indirect involvement.
Zhao Wu looked at the box of stinky tofu in Zhao Yi’s hands and couldn’t help but ask, “Master isn’t going to eat it?”
Zhao Yi nodded.
Zhao Wu continued, “Then where are you taking it?”
“Throwing it away.”
Hearing this, Zhao Wu immediately said, “I’ll throw it for you. This kind of dirty work doesn’t suit you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wu quickly took the stinky tofu.
Zhao Yi smiled at him and praised, “Among our six personal guards, aside from me, you’re the most perceptive.”
Zhao Wu proudly replied, “I learned from you.”
So, that portion of stinky tofu ended up in Zhao Wu’s stomach instead of the trash.
He ate it with great satisfaction, even feeling a bit unsatisfied afterward.
No wonder Yuzhi Zhi’s stall was so popular. They had eaten plenty of mountain delicacies while serving their master, but this unique stinky tofu was something they had never tried before.
After finishing his official duties, Zhao Yun Jin leaned back in his chair, rubbed his temples, and closed his eyes to rest.
When he opened them again, the image of that stinky tofu—offered by someone as a gesture—suddenly appeared in his mind.
“Zhao Yi, is that stinky tofu still there?”
Zhao Yi was stunned.
Did the master suddenly want to eat it?
He honestly replied, “It has already been thrown away.”
Zhao Yun Jin nodded, indicating he understood, then fell into deep thought.
Meanwhile, at the Hou residence, Zhao Han Hai had been quietly observing his grandson and noticed that Zhao Yang was unusually serious about helping at the stinky tofu stall today.
This was unprecedented.
After Zhao Yang finished work and returned, Zhao Han Hai walked over with a smile. “Grandson, learn well from Zhi Zhi. Even picking up a little will help. Also, remember to bring two portions of stinky tofu tomorrow—one for your grandmother and one for me.”
Zhao Yang helplessly spread his hands. “Grandfather, each portion costs 40 wen. I’m only a co-owner—I don’t have the final say.”
“Brat! Can’t you just put it on your account?”
“I’m broke, didn’t you forget? My father cut off my allowance because he wanted to stop me from following Old Master to run the stall.”
“Your father is blind. You clearly have talent for business.”
Flattered, Zhao Yang immediately perked up. “Grandfather still has good judgment. Fine, I’ll put it on my account.”
Zhao Han Hai thought to himself: This grandson is still too inexperienced to compete with me.
It seems I’ll be enjoying more good food in the future.
That day, his friends who had tasted the stinky tofu were once again jealous of him—just like they were last time because of hotpot.
So, he fully supported his grandson following Yuzhi Zhi.
Even if he had to use both hands and feet to agree.
The first day of the stall ended safely.
Back at the Yun residence, Yuzhi Zhi immediately took a bath and changed clothes. There was no helping it—the smell was too strong.
Luckily, this random stall mission only lasted three days. Otherwise, people would associate her with the word “stinky” in the future.
The Next Morning
Yuzhi Zhi prepared even more stinky tofu than the day before, increasing the quantity by half, because many customers yesterday couldn’t get any after waiting in line.
They looked so disappointed that she remembered it clearly.
After learning how popular the stall had become, her younger brother Xiao Chen and her father also came to help.
They all arrived at the stall location at the usual time—but were shocked by what they saw.
Unlike yesterday, when the area outside the Sixth Prince’s residence was empty, today there were horse carriages everywhere and crowds of people looking around.
Suddenly, someone shouted from the crowd:
“The Stinky Tofu Beauty has arrived!”
“Where?”
“She’s blocked by that green peacock-looking attention seeker!”
Yuzhi Zhi froze. She pointed at herself. “Are they talking about me?”
Oh my god!
Zhao Yang couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing. “Hahaha! Old Master, they’re talking about you!”
He teased, “Honestly, the title Stinky Tofu Beauty really suits you.”
Yuzhi Zhi shot back, smiling, “Didn’t you hear? They said you’re a green peacock. You wore red yesterday and green today—are you trying to display your feathers?”
Zhao Yang muttered, “I only wore green because I saw the Sixth Prince wearing dark green yesterday. He looked so noble… I just wanted to try it.”
“Is there a big difference between us?”
Yuzhi Zhi replied mercilessly, “The difference between a buyer’s photo and a seller’s photo.”
Zhao Yang was deeply wounded again.
Today, many young men and women had come to line up. They were curious about this strange black, smelly, yet delicious snack that could only be bought outside the Sixth Prince’s residence.
Even Zhao Wu secretly joined the queue.
“Give me one portion, extra spicy with cilantro.”
“Alright!”
Yuzhi Zhi looked up and recognized him. Wasn’t this one of the Sixth Prince’s personal guards?