These few days while they were learning to make tofu, An Yi would bring ingredients over so they could cook together. Because they were experimenting, they'd end up with a lot of finished products, some failed, some successful. She'd take the failed ones back to rework and keep them for themselves to eat, while the successful ones were sent out for the villagers to taste. As for the extra bean dregs, she stored them all in the space, not wasting a bit.
Since the beans were hers, she had the right to decide what to do with them, and the two of them wouldn't say a word.
Even if they were curious what she wanted so much bean dregs for, they didn't dare ask. After all these years, the only thing the two of them had really learned about dealing with people was to keep their mouths shut.
They practiced for about three or four days before they got the proportions right. In An Yi's words, it was good enough to take out and sell.
