Transmigrating as the Buddha-like Main Consort of a Power Minister

Chapter 17: Guilt Eating Baozis

Ji Wan'er scooped a bowl of tofu nao from the bucket and poured some braised sauce over it.

The braised sauce was prepared by Ji Wan'er early in the morning and was different from what they had at home before.

The shiitake mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms were bought by her in the town yesterday morning. She also added an egg and her own homemade seasoning to the sauce.

Even before tasting the braised sauce, it smelled incredibly fragrant.

The young man's stomach growled loudly.

As a scholar, having such a noisy stomach was rather embarrassing. He covered his stomach in a slightly awkward manner.

Ji Wan'er continued to ladle the tofu nao as if she hadn't heard the noise.

While she was serving, another middle-aged woman holding a child approached. She looked at the braised sauce and asked, "What is this? Egg soup? How much does it cost?"

Ji Wan'er handed the tofu nao with the braised sauce to the young man and replied to the middle-aged woman, "Auntie, this is not soup. It's the braised sauce served on top of the tofu nao. The tofu nao costs two coins per bowl, and we pour a spoonful of braised sauce on top."

"tofu nao?" the woman asked.

Ji Wan'er explained it to the middle-aged woman while she was at it.

While Ji Wan'er was explaining, Yun Shuang handed a soybean pancake wrapped in oil paper to the young man.

"Is this thing tasty?" The middle-aged woman frowned as she looked at the tofu nao in the bucket. "It smells strongly of soybeans."

Yun Shuang nervously looked at the woman in front of her and then glanced at her sister-in-law.

Seeing her sister-in-law still smiling, Yun Shuang felt a little stunned. Her sister-in-law's temperament had indeed improved a lot compared to before.

Although the middle-aged woman had a disgusted expression on her face, Ji Wan'er continued to smile and explain, "That's precisely made from soybeans."

At that moment, the young boy in the middle-aged woman's arms exclaimed, "Grandma, I want to eat it, I want to eat it."

Facing her grandson, the middle-aged woman's attitude immediately changed. "My sweetie, this thing is made from soybeans, and you dislike soybeans the most, remember? They give you a stomachache."

But the child persisted, "You're lying. Soybeans are yellow, this is white. It's not soybeans. I just want to eat it, I just want to eat it."

Ji Wan'er looked at the two of them and said, "Today is the first day of selling, and we're offering a soybean pancake. It won't be available tomorrow."

Sure enough, upon hearing about the free item, the middle-aged woman turned to Ji Wan'er and asked, "soybean pancake?"

"Yes," Ji Wan'er pointed to her own soybean pancake.

The middle-aged woman sniffed and surprisingly found it quite fragrant. She then looked at the young man squatting beside her, happily munching on the roll...

"Grandma, I want to eat, I want to eat," the child called out again.

"Alright, alright, Grandma will buy it for you, buy it for you," the middle-aged woman began coaxing the child.

After soothing the child, the middle-aged woman spoke to Ji Wan'er with a condescending tone, "Give me a bowl, and, um, put more eggs in the braised sauce."