Chapter 177: Stuffed Tofu Tonight, dinner was served later than usual throughout the village, but no one complained. After all, there was tofu to eat, and everyone was willing to wait — including the children at the school. The last time they had tofu was vaguely remembered to be a year ago. There had never been a plan for soybean cultivation in the village. At most, a few villagers grew some in front or behind their houses — and even then, it wasn’t always soybeans. At home, Zhou Yimin was…