A Profitable Night

Tofu pudding itself is bland, so to make it tasty, the toppings need to stand out.

Rong Xuelan had put a lot of thought into the toppings.

For savory tofu pudding, she used chicken broth and flavorful side dishes to create layers of taste.

For sweet tofu pudding, she relied on the sweet-and-sour dried fruits and the rich aroma of osmanthus syrup to enhance the flavor.

Especially the osmanthus syrup—she chose one made with rock sugar instead of regular sugar.

Although it was more expensive, the sweetness was purer and lingered longer on the palate.

The young man took the bowl of sweet tofu pudding and vigorously stirred it before eagerly taking a bite.

Unlike the boy with buzzcut from earlier, he was more direct.

After one bite, he exclaimed, "It's tangy and sweet! So delicious!"

His companion, hearing this, couldn't resist ordering a bowl of sweet tofu pudding for himself.

The two young men ate while showering the dish with compliments like a comedy duo.

One said, "Oh my gosh, this is amazing!"

The other echoed, "Absolutely! I second that!"

Their enthusiastic praise turned into a live advertisement in front of the cold noodle stall.

The cold noodle stall was busy, with customers eating at the tables and ordering takeout.

Seeing the two young men rave about the tofu pudding, some of the customers decided to try it too.

Gradually, a small crowd began to gather at Rong Xuelan's stall.

After finishing their sweet tofu pudding, the two young men still felt unsatisfied.

They discussed for a moment before saying, "Let's have two bowls of savory tofu pudding this time."

They devoured the savory tofu pudding in no time.

One of them slumped onto a stool and groaned, "Third Brother, I'm stuffed."

"Me too, but I still want more..."

"No, you don't."

"..."

"But seriously, it's so good. Let's pack some to take back for the others to try. We'll bring them here tomorrow."

…

Two hours later, the large pot of tofu pudding that Rong Xuelan had prepared was completely sold out.

Thinking about tallying up her earnings, she quickly rode her tricycle back home.

As she left, she noticed the man at the milk tea stall looking at her intensely.

When she arrived at her building, she parked and locked the tricycle.

It took her several trips to carry all her equipment upstairs.

After she placed Dou Dou on the bed gently, he woke up groggily and began to whimper softly.

Knowing he was hungry, Rong Xuelan prepared formula and fed him.

Once full, Dou Dou closed his eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Rong Xuelan sat at her desk and emptied the pouch of money onto the table.

She counted it three times before finally believing that she had made 1,600 yuan that evening!

The cost of soybeans, toppings, and the stall rental was roughly 200 yuan, leaving her with a net profit of 1,400 yuan!

Cooking three meals a day for over 100 people on a construction site only earned her 7,500 yuan a month.