Mrs. Moore left the dining room with her reward money, delighted, then returned to the kitchen to show off triumphantly.
Russell, meanwhile, happily ate his fill of tofu and named the dish "Secret Recipe Braised Tofu." Following dishes such as "Mystic Ginger Scallion Fresh Fish Soup," "Secret Recipe Sweet and Sour Pork Fillet," and "Secret Skill Yellow Braised Chicken Rice," it became another hometown dish added to his weekly menu.
"It's so delicious, my lord." Old Hans was getting on in years, and even his teeth had begun to loosen. He especially loved the soft tofu. "I really wish I could eat tofu every day."
"You want to eat tofu every day? That's easy." Russell stroked his chin.
He thought of the serfs' diets in the territory. They basically ate nothing but black bread and mashed potatoes. Foods like soybeans and lentils were simply steamed or boiled. Not only was the fare monotonous, it was also quite bland.
If tofu could be promoted, it might improve the residents' diet while also giving them more variety in texture and flavor.
So he said to Butler Morris, "Later, have Mrs. Moore write down the process for making tofu, then give it to Old Hans."
"Yes, my lord," Butler Morris replied.
Old Hans immediately became flustered. "My lord, th-this... how could I possibly accept that? Being able to eat tofu here with you is already Dragon's Gaze upon Old Hans. I would never dare ask you for the tofu recipe!"
"Old Hans, take the recipe without worry. I'm not giving it to you for nothing." Russell signaled for Old Hans not to be nervous. "I want you to spread the tofu recipe among all the residents and teach them how to grind soybeans and make tofu themselves."
Only then did Old Hans accept