"On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, open the ghost gate. Ghost gate opens, ghosts come out."
"Ghosts suffer; sell tofu. Tofu rots."
Chen's Tofu Workshop was located five hundred meters west of the Beili Riverbank.
Through the inn's ledger, Li Mo could glimpse just a fragment of the great upheaval of heaven and earth. The two businesses had collaborated frequently before the Yihai Year.
Chen's Tofu Workshop was an establishment with over a century of history, enjoying a strong reputation among neighbors in the village.
Especially its signature brine tofu, perfected across four generations of the family, which even attracted travelers from faraway regions to have a taste.
Until the Yihai Year.
For reasons unknown, Chen's Tofu Workshop suddenly closed.
Li Mo found a comment about the shop in a volume of Side Room Notes within the inn.
"The brine tofu worsens day by day, becoming increasingly rancid."
Rancid?
Why would a vegetarian dish be described as rancid?
