The old man was montarily stunned, then after so inquiries, he discovered that this young man had lost his mory. So, he took him to the governnt, where they were questioned and waited for a long ti, but no one could identify the young man's na or family.
The governnt instructed them to go ho and await further information, urging the two to leave promptly.
The old man brought Song Yan back to his house, looked him up and down, and after a long sigh, said, "Perhaps it's fate. I've been childless my whole life, and now, as I'm nearing the end, you've been sent to ... Young man, let teach you the craft I've honed throughout my life. It's not much, but if you learn it, you can make a living."
Song Yan nodded.
He pondered inwardly: Could this old man be one of the Profound Yellow Seven Realms? But it couldn't be, for now, he had completely restrained his power. In the eyes of a mortal, he was just a mortal.
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"Watch carefully. These soybeans need to be soaked first. Shorter ti in hot weather, longer in the cold. I've already soaked them here. Next is grinding the beans, co on... give a hand."
"Yes..."
"Yes..."
"You're quite strong."
"Afterwards, filter out the residue, and pour the milk into the tub."
"Add firewood, boil it."
"Keep an eye on it; skim off the foam on top."
"Then, add a bit of brine. In less than half an hour, it will solidify."
"Once it solidifies, wrap it in cloth, put it in this box, use a wooden board to press it down. If you want it tender, a stick of incense's ti will do, for firr, more than half an hour."
The old man patiently instructed.
Song Yan learned diligently.
And finally, he understood what he had learned.
He learned how to make tofu.
This old man was just an ordinary person selling tofu from door to door, though he sotis stayed ho to wait for custors.
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...
The old man's na was Wang Jinming. Due to Song Yan's "amnesia," the old man called him Wang Qingya, a na derived from the "Green Cliff" he jumped off.
Wang Jinming had never married nor had children, and having taken in Song Yan, he treated him as his son, teaching him with dedication.
In the blink of an eye, several years passed. One day, the old man fainted and collapsed. Song Yan hurriedly called for a doctor, only to be told that it was a chronic illness with no cure.
Song Yan served him with devotion and also took on the responsibility of making and selling tofu. He worked from dawn to dusk every day, and whatever copper plates he earned, besides buying soybeans, he would buy so at to make soup for the old man to drink.
The neighbors saw this and said, "Old Wang is blessed to have taken in such a son in his twilight years," and Song Yan gained the reputation of being a "filial son" in the local community.
Because of Song Yan's diligence, good looks, and filial nature, matchmakers nearby noticed him. But no one approached with a proposal yet, for a simple reason—they were all waiting for old Wang to pass. Otherwise, if their daughters married him, they might still have to help pay for old Wang's dical expenses.
Song Yan crafted a plaque himself, simply writing "Wang's Tofu" on it, and posted it on his front door.
His script, vigorous and energetic, was evidently from a master hand. People associated it with his amnesia and concluded that he must have been from a wealthy family before he lost his mory.
After the plaque was posted, families that were originally just watching soon began sending matchmakers his way.
Song Yan rely used the excuse of needing to care for old Wang to refuse them.
He had a feeling of drifting in the void.
He was waiting.
He was contemplating where fortune might lie.
He didn't even use any divine sense to explore this world, just patiently maintaining the guise of an ordinary person while waiting.
Gradually, Song Yan stopped selling tofu, turning instead to make tofu pudding and soft tofu.
Being sumr, the cool and smooth sweet tofu pudding was quite popular.
Plus, with his clean looks and gentle deanor, Wang's Tofu attracted quite a few custors.
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One day...
Early morning.
In the bustling market.
A number of people gathered around Wang's Tofu, so shouting for "a bowl of sweet tofu pudding," others for "a bowl of salty soft tofu." After attending to the bedridden old Wang, Song Yan busied himself tending to the custors.
In this hustle and bustle, he felt a sense of tranquility, as if the cause and effect between him and the world were slowly fading away.
Mortals are like ants, so how could ants possibly attract the attention of the heavens?
His cause and effect were impeccably clean, so clean that only Song Yan in the Human Realm knew who he was. Without yet making contact with others, he was thoroughly mingled with mortals, truly one of them.
As he was busy, suddenly a voice ca from the side.
"My lady wants a serving of sweet tofu pudding."
A familiar voice.
Instinctively, Song Yan turned his head and saw a maid in white standing before him.
This maid... it was Wang Susu.
He was montarily stunned, glancing twice. Wang Susu took no heed, for she was long accustod to such looks from n.
That day, she hadn't had ti to leave and was caught by mbers of the Blood River Sect. Through a series of twists, and due to a cause and effect with soone, she ended up being sent to that person's side.
Wang Susu never imagined that person would be Qiu Lianyue from many, many years ago.
Besides Wang Susu, Yu Xuanwei was also sent along.
Consequently, both won beca Qiu Lianyue's maids.
"Young man, am I beautiful?" Wang Susu teased the little fellow in the Mortal World. She had heard of his reputation as a filial son and was quite fond of his appearance. For so reason, she figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a fling and roll in the hay with this little fellow.
Song Yan quickly lowered his head, saying, "Miss, the sweet tofu pudding is ready..."
Swiftly, he prepared the sweet tofu pudding and personally brought it over to the distance. Then he saw the one whom Wang Susu referred to as "my lady."
His pupils subtly contracted.
'Qiu Lianyue!'
How is this possible?!
At almost the exact mont he saw Qiu Lianyue, countless thoughts rushed through his mind.
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