The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

From Xiao Er's words, Wang Zhen had confirmed that Old Sun hadn't moved out yet, which made things much easier. Since he hadn't moved, he would definitely be coming to town to buy things.

Rice, flour, and cooking oil are necessities that will eventually be consumed. Therefore, Wang Zhenhuan's next plan was to find the grain sellers in town and ask them if they had seen Old Sun.

Ordinary people might not recognize him, but Old Sun is no ordinary man. He is a celebrity in this small town, and even those who have never met him should have heard of his name.

Therefore, Wang Zhen wasn't worried that the shop assistants wouldn't remember him. Besides, Old Sun himself was a brewer, and people who knew how to brew wine were usually also wine drinkers.

Therefore, ordinary grains would certainly not meet his standards. He must have extremely strict requirements for grains. In this way, the range is narrowed down considerably.

If he could find out which shop in town had the best grain quality, he would have a good chance of finding out about Old Sun. Having figured this out, Wang Zhenhuan pretended to go buy some grain.

I chatted with the villagers who were buying grain. The best grain in town is judged by both business success and the locals' word-of-mouth. Good grain isn't necessarily cheap, but its reputation is always consistent.

After asking a few questions, Wang Zhenhuan got the answer clearly. To his surprise, the shops with relatively good reputations in town weren't located on either side of this street.

The people buying grain all spoke with remarkable unanimity. They all said it was the Zhang widow's family in town. This Zhang widow was quite an extraordinary woman. Her husband had died before he reached middle age, leaving behind only a young daughter.

Unlike other widowed women who took their children and remarried, Widow Zhang started a grain trading business all by herself.

At first, there were many rumors and gossips. Some looked down on her, while others criticized her for showing her face in public and disgracing the family. But over the long term, Widow Zhang persevered, and her business even flourished.

She raised her only daughter alone. Just as her business was starting to pick up, she gradually reduced the amount of grain she sold and switched to making tofu.

Now her shop is on the street in the morning market, mainly selling tofu and some grains as well. According to the locals who buy grains, hers are cheap and of the best quality in town.

The quantity is limited, so you have to pre-order. Hearing what the people said, Wang Zhenhuan became even more curious about this widow Zhang. In an era when women were reluctant to show their faces in public, she had actually started a business.

Moreover, after making a name for himself in town, he wisely withdrew from the limelight. This insight and courage are something that even ordinary men might not possess, let alone women today.

So after Wang Zhen found out the location of the widow Zhang's tofu shop, he turned and left the grain-selling street without hesitation. For some reason, ever since he heard about the widow Zhang...

He was already certain that Old Sun had bought his grain from Widow Zhang. There were two reasons for this, the first being, as mentioned earlier, that Widow Zhang's grain was cheap and of the best quality in town.

Secondly, she no longer primarily sells grain; those wishing to buy grain from her must place an order in advance. This way, when picking up the grain, one won't encounter too many people, which suits Old Sun's preference for tranquility.

As Wang Zhenhuan walked and pondered, he soon returned to the street where he had come from the morning market. Following the path he had asked for directions to, he arrived at a tofu shop. It was already late morning.

However, the tofu shop was still doing very well, and most of the customers were ordinary people having breakfast. Wang Zhen counted them; there were three tables in total, and nearly twenty people were sitting there.

This clearly showed just how good the shop's business was. Wang Zhen stood at the door, hesitant. The shop was packed with people; business was booming. It seemed inappropriate to disturb them abruptly.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to come back later. But as soon as he turned around, he heard a clear, melodious girl's voice behind him: "Master Daoist, are you here for tofu pudding?"

Wang Zhen recognized the voice and instinctively turned around. He froze the moment he saw the girl. The girl busy in the shop was none other than the one from a few days ago.

He went out of the inn to eat and encountered the girl who had fallen into the water. He even went over to watch. At the time, he heard the onlookers say that the girl's family seemed to be tofu makers in town.

Could the woman next to that girl have been Widow Zhang? What a coincidence!

The girl saw Wang Zhenhuan standing there, staring blankly at her. Her pretty face immediately flushed red, and she lowered her head slightly. Subconsciously, she stretched out her arm and wiped her face with her sleeve.

Wang Zhenhuan then realized that he had been somewhat impolite. He immediately cupped his hands and said, "May you be blessed. I see that you are busy in your shop and I did not want to disturb you. Since there is still room available, please serve me a bowl of tofu pudding."

Upon hearing Wang Zhenhuan's words, the girl nodded and replied softly, "I understand. Everyone eats tofu pudding very quickly, so please wait a moment, Daoist. I'll go clear the table."

After speaking, the girl picked up the cloth draped over her shoulder and wiped the table. Then she pulled out a chair and smiled at Wang Zhenhuan, saying, "Please sit down, Daoist Master. I'll go get you some tofu pudding."

"Thank you for your kindness." Although Wang Zhenhuan was smiling, he had unspeakable suffering in his heart. Earlier at that restaurant, he had already ordered an extra bowl of porridge in order to ask the waiter for information.

Less than an hour had passed, and he felt no hunger whatsoever. But having already spoken, he had no choice but to sit down, forcing himself to do so. He didn't know when Chonghe Zhenren would return.

Therefore, it would be best to end this search for wine as soon as possible. Just as he was pondering this, the girl had already placed a bowl of tofu pudding in front of him.

He smiled and nodded to the girl, seemingly impressed by the Taoist robe he was wearing. After putting down the tofu pudding, the girl whispered a few words of explanation.

"Master, this tofu was made by my mother. It's famous throughout Xiayi Town. Please try it."

Looking into her expectant eyes, Wang Zhen felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but he smiled and scooped up a spoonful, putting it in his mouth. Instantly, a light, fragrant bean flavor filled his entire oral cavity.

To his surprise, the tofu pudding wasn't bitter at all. It had a rich soybean aroma and a delicate texture. The aftertaste was delightful. "No wonder the business is so booming," he couldn't help but remark.

"Delicious!!"