In their idle chat last night, she had already learned that the old man's surname was Wang, and he was the only one in the village capable of making tofu, a skill his ancestors had relied on for their livelihood for generations. However, neither his son nor his daughter had shown any interest in it; perhaps they had eaten enough tofu, or perhaps they thought tofu making was too arduous. In any case, no one wanted to return home to help their parents or continue the craft.
The couple had sold tofu to fund their son's education, who became a Scholar but repeatedly failed his exams and eventually gave up, married, and became a teacher at a private school.
In his memory, making tofu was an extremely arduous task. Although studying was also hard, at least it didn't involve physical labor; therefore, she never considered inheriting the craft, let alone intending for her own son to sell tofu.
