The kang (heated brick bed) for left-behind women

Chapter 146 Looking Out

"Lin Jie, don't be like this." Lin Dachun was still a little flustered.

Lin Hao is in the inner room, how could this be?

It wasn't that Lin Jie was sweet-talking, but after all, Lin Jie was more than ten years younger than her, and had a young and womanly body.

At Lin Dachun's age, he naturally likes it very much.

Lin Jie pulled Lin Dachun's hand inside her clothes, letting him touch it.

The feel of it, its fullness and firmness, was something Lin Dachun simply couldn't resist.

Lin Dachun is still a passionate middle-aged man, and his abilities in that area are only getting stronger.

How could a man refuse that?

"Look at me, touch me."

Lin Jie took off her clothes.

By the moonlight, Lin Dachun looked down and saw that her skin was full and fair.

"It needs you."

Lin Jie held Lin Dachun's hand and said.

Lin Dachun looked down at it, then grasped it; it felt wonderful.

At this moment, he was also seduced by Lin Jie.

Immediately, Lin Dachun hugged Lin Jie, and the two of them frantically made love in the darkness of the side kiln.

On the other side...

Lin Hao's daughter, Lin Tingting, was very curious when she saw that her mother had chased after her and had not returned, so she also left the cave.

A hot wind blew outside the cave dwelling, but there was no sign of her mother.

At this time.

Lin Tingting heard some strange noise.

She stealthily made her way towards the side kiln, smearing herself little by little in the direction of the sound.

The closer you get to the side kiln, the clearer the sound becomes.

Lin Tingting had reached the age where she understood matters between men and women and knew what that sound meant.

She carefully moved to the side of the kiln wall, using the wall as cover, and slowly peeked out to look into the kiln.

Lin Tingting was shocked when she saw it.

Lin Tingting's eyes widened, her heart, just beginning to stir with first love, was instantly ignited.

Lin Tingting has reached that age.

She knew that some of her roommates were dating, kissing their boyfriends, and occasionally sleeping together outside the dorm.

For Lin Tingting, it was both something she longed for and something she feared.

She started renting romance novels from small bookstalls and became completely engrossed in them.

The girl's estrogen levels also surged.

now.

Seeing her mother, Lin Jie, and her uncle, Lin Dachun, secretly eating together behind her father's back gave her an indescribable feeling—was it excitement, absurdity, or...?

Li Ruoxue went to He Xiulan's house to make tofu and had been busy for most of the night.

The stone mill in the courtyard creaked and turned, and milky white soy milk flowed out from the millstone, accumulating in a shallow layer in the wooden bucket.

The air was filled with the fresh aroma of beans, mixed with the summer heat, which was invigorating.

After grinding the last handful of beans, Li Ruoxue straightened up and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

He Xiulan lifted the millstone down to clean it, and water splashed onto the stone, creating tiny water droplets.

"Ruoxue," He Xiulan said, brushing away the soybean residue left in the grinding trough, "do you think we could make our tofu a little more fancy?"

Li Ruoxue was pouring soy milk into a large pot when she heard this and looked up: "What kind of fancy stuff is this?"

"Look," He Xiulan straightened up, shaking the water off her hands, "we're only selling one type of tofu right now, soft tofu. But some families in town like it soft, and some like it firm. And those restaurants, they want it soft for Mapo Tofu, and firm for regular tofu. Could we... make them differently?"

Li Ruoxue put the pot lid on and added firewood to the stove: "Cooking them separately? That would require two pots and two sets of utensils."

"That's true." He Xiulan sighed, "But always selling the same thing feels... like something's missing."

The two remained silent for a while, with only the crackling of firewood in the stove and the bubbling of soy milk gradually heating up in the pot.

"Sister Xiulan," Li Ruoxue suddenly spoke, her eyes fixed on the rising steam from the pot, "you said... how do you make dried tofu?"

"Dried tofu?" He Xiulan was taken aback. "That needs to be pressed more tightly, and then smoked or braised. It takes a lot of time."

"I'm not afraid of the effort," Li Ruoxue said softly, but with a hint of determination. "I heard that the town's supply and marketing cooperative sells spiced tofu, and a small packet costs several cents, which is more expensive than regular tofu. If we can make it, maybe... we can sell it for an even higher price."

These words made He Xiulan's eyes light up.

She walked to the stove and looked at the bubbling soy milk in the pot: "Five-spice flavor... requires star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, and other spices. It also needs soy sauce and sugar. It's not cheap."

"But it's expensive," Li Ruoxue said. "A pound of soft tofu is only 15 cents, while a pound of dried tofu can sell for 50 or 60 cents. All things considered, it's still a good deal."