The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 351 - Stinky Tofu

The man shook his head vigorously and retreated repeatedly.

He feared the lingering stench in his mouth would deter future customers from buying his wares.

“This actually tastes really good.”

Su Ming took out a bamboo skewer and pierced it through a piece.

Then he popped a piece of stinky tofu into his mouth and swallowed it down.

The man was petrified!

It was frightening!

“Try some!”

Su Ming extended the box toward him.

“No!”

The vendor shook his head and backed away in panic.

His son had just graduated from college and wasn't married yet—he needed to make money to buy his son a house!

Seeing the vendor's obstinate demeanor, Su Ming decided not to press the issue.

Since the stinky tofu was created by the System, he could sell it directly.

However, the tofu was cold.

Su Ming had observed others preparing stinky tofu and knew it had to be fried.

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He had even consulted Yuvyuv on the matter.

The stinky tofu could indeed be fried.

Frying wouldn't alter the taste, but it would warm it up.

He turned on the gas stove and set a pot on top.

He poured a kettle of soybean oil into the pot.

He took out several bags of stinky tofu and placed them into a large bucket nearby.

He fished out the tofu and arranged some disposable containers, along with disposable chopsticks.

He also had a small box filled with some change at the ready.

Half an hour later, Young Master Su, brimming with confidence, was dumbfounded.

Something was amiss.

Apart from the vendors, the street was deserted.

Su Ming felt a bit disheartened.

It couldn't be this deserted, could it?

Perhaps he had arrived at an inopportune time?

It was still morning, after all.

The peak hours were usually in the evening.

Su Ming glanced at the time.

In another half hour, the upgrade of his two-acre plot would be complete.

He contemplated whether to head home and plant the bananas first.

While Su Ming was lost in thought, the sound of a bell suddenly rang out nearby.

He looked up sharply!

His chance had arrived!

There were two schools in the vicinity—a middle school and an elementary school.

?At noon, some students dined in the cafeteria, while others ventured out for their meals.

This street, situated right beside the schools, presented a prime opportunity for business when students were dismissed.

Under normal circumstances, everyone would be on edge right now.

But today, nobody was stirring.

Their gazes were fixed on Su Ming, silently urging him to leave quickly.

The street was lined with food stalls offering an array of dishes.

Though the mingling scents were complex, they were undeniably appetizing.

People usually arrived with their appetites piqued, eager to indulge.

But today, there was only an offensive odor.

A few students approached, only to stop dead in their tracks.

They clutched their noses and quickly walked away.

The vendor next to Su Ming couldn't take it any longer.

He was assaulted by an overpowering stench.

Su Ming was barely 20 centimeters from his stall.

The vendor inhaled deeply, trying to hold his breath a bit longer.

?But he inadvertently got a stronger whiff and nearly passed out.

“Young man, could you please head home? We can't conduct business with you around!”

The vendor had reached his limit.

Su Ming looked confused. “I think it smells quite nice.”

No sooner had he spoken than he felt a bit queasy.

He noticed all the stall owners glaring at him.

If looks could kill, Su Ming was sure he'd be reduced to dust.

?Feeling embarrassed, Su Ming had only wanted to sell some items and make a little money.

He hadn't intended to cause such a disturbance.

“I'll head home then.”

With no other option, Su Ming began to pack up his things.

Just then, a luxury car cruised by the intersection.

The vehicle was worth over ten million, indicating the owner's status was far from ordinary.

?The driver navigated smoothly, while two individuals occupied the back seats.

One was a young, attractive, and slender secretary.

The other was a middle-aged man, scowling.

?”Mr. Sun, please calm down. Why not have something to eat?” the secretary suggested softly.

?The middle-aged man snapped his eyes open and bellowed, “Is that the way to prepare the Grand Peony? It should be made with carp that have grown in the lake for at least five years.”

“Their rendition of the dish was a disaster. If not for Old Man Loong's sake, I would have trashed their restaurant!”