Zhao Jun returned, put Cyan Dragon and Black Dragon back in the storage shed, and saw a large pot half-full of whole potatoes simmering on the stove the moment he walked in the door.
This was breakfast for the big dogs in the yard.
Just then, Wang Meilan brought out a small stool and joined Zhao Youcai in washing bedsheets and duvet covers.
There was a huge pile. If they didn't finish washing it all this morning, it wouldn't dry by today, and tonight the entire family, except for Zhao Jun, would have no bedding.
"Son!" Wang Meilan pointed to the stovetop. Two iron basins were stacked there, the top one filled with soybeans. She said to Zhao Jun, "Go to the tofu workshop, pick up two blocks of firm tofu, and trade the rest for some soft tofu curd."
In the Northeast, people don't say they're "buying" tofu, nor do they say they're "trading" for it.
You "pick it up!"
"You got it!" Zhao Jun replied, grabbing the iron basin and heading out the door.
