I Want to Make Stinky Tofu Water

"Just say it."

Jiang You frowned. She couldn't stand looking at Zhang Shuhui in such an eyesore of a state.

"I... I heard that Black Flame could continuously devour anything with life..."

"So?"

"So I... I wanted to ask you for half a vat of Black Flame..."

Half a vat?

That measure was rather telling.

Jiang You asked her, "What are you going to use it for?"

"I want to... Oh, it's nothing... I just want to try... to see if it can be used to make the stinky water for soaking stinky tofu. The stinky water I made several times before all failed for no apparent reason..."

"Oh, it's just an idea. It might not even work..."

She held her face bashfully, poking the floor with her foot.

Jiang You: "..."

She knew Zhang Shuhui's culinary interests were gradually veering off course, but... wasn't this a little too far off?

Judging by her appearance, she didn't seem to be lying.

Jiang You hesitated.

If she agreed, she was worried that the stinky tofu would end up on her own menu someday.

If she refused, the little housekeeper rarely made requests, and it would be bad to crush her hard-won enthusiasm.

"Cult Master, c... can I?"

She raised her head. Her eyes shone brightly behind her lenses, and even the freckles on her nose were filled with anticipation.

It was as if the moment she nodded, those little freckles would joyfully bounce around.

Jiang You, who had always been cold-hearted and clear-minded, ultimately couldn't refuse a cook's desire to improve herself.

As it turned out, Zhang Shuhui didn't want contaminated Black Flame.

She insisted that since it was something they were going to eat, they still had to pay attention to hygiene.

Jiang You: "..."

In her eyes, Black Flame