Chapter 19: Dried Tofu The sky was just beginning to brighten when the three little ones, too excited to sleep, scrambled out of bed. In the next room, Zhao Mengcheng was still sound asleep. Not wanting to wake their father, the three children crouched by the door, peeking in and out. Nowadays, Zhao Mengcheng only sold tofu from home and had hired people to do the grinding. His workload was much lighter than before; he only needed to get up at a set time to add the brine. Every time he finished…