Chapter 9: Tofu Feast The brine was slowly poured into the wooden bucket as Zhao Mengcheng stirred continuously with a long spoon. Soon, the white soy milk began to congeal into soft flakes. "A-Mao, go get a few bowls," Zhao Mengcheng called out. Zhao Mao quickly brought over five bowls. "Is this tofu? It really is different from ordinary soy milk. It looks like egg drop soup," Wang Ming remarked in wonder. In the past, he had occasionally had soy milk when he went to work in town. Adding…