The male shop owner’s expression immediately changed to one of admiration, and he said, “In 1899, my great-grandfather’s yudofu shop had just been open for two years, but because thepetition was too fierce at the time, his business was not good and he was on the verge of bankruptcy. At that time, he and his wife, with their three children, sold yudofu in front of the shop on snowy days. They lived a very poor life. At that time, a Miss Saito who had traveled to China lived in the center of Kyoto. Miss Saito had arge and beautiful house in the center of Kyoto, and adopted many orphans in the house. Miss Saito was beautiful and kind-hearted. Seeing that his yudofu shop was always deserted, she specially asked him to deliver 50 servings of yudofu to the house every day, so that my ancestor could provide for his family. Later, Miss Saito gave him the Pu’er tea leaves and dried matsutake mushrooms that she brought back from her travels in China, and asked him to improve the recipe. That’s how this unique Pu’er matsutake yudofu was created.”


    At this point, the male shop owner’s eyes welled up as he sighed, “My great-grandfather always said that Miss Saito was our Sugi family’s benefactor. If it weren’t for her, he, his wife, and their three children probably wouldn’t have survived that winter. Later, Miss Saito left Kyoto and never returned, so he changed the name of the shop from Sugimu Yudofu Shop to Miss Saito Yudofu Shop.”


    Lin Wan’er (ni) looked surprised, but her thoughts went back to the streets of Kyoto more than a hundred years ago.


    At that time, the snow in Kyoto was much heavier and colder than the winter today. She was riding in a sedan chair passing through the old city of Kyoto and saw a ragged family of five selling soup tofu on the street in the snow. Seeing the three children shivering with cold, with chilins on their hands, faces and ears, she couldn’t bear it, so she asked the man of the house to deliver fifty servings of soup tofu to their house early the next morning.


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    So Lin Wan’er (ni) asked him to deliver another fifty servings the next day, and this continued for ten days. Lin Wan’er (ni) found that the quality of the soup tofu he delivered every day not only did not decline at all, but because of the ie and profit, he gradually added more expensive ingredients.<fnd567> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? Find~Novel</fnd567>


    In the past ten days, Lin Wan’er (ni), who was not used to his soup tofu, tried adding a little Pu’er tea leaves and dried matsutake mushrooms to the soup tofu for secondary processing. After several times, she found the most suitable recipe, which greatly improved the taste of the soup tofu.


    Thinking that the shop owner was a good person, Lin Wan’er (ni) passed on the recipe she hade up with in her spare time to him.


    Unexpectedly, this store has been open since then until now, and even the recipe has hardly changed.


    What she didn’t expect was that the name of the store was changed to Miss Saito.


    Saito Asako was the pseudonym used by Lin Wan’er (ni) when she lived in Kyoto.


    Tasting the soup tofu in her bowl, which was almost identical to the one she had back then, Lin Wan’er (ni) couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, “Time flies, years pass by. Looking back, it’s been over a hundred years since I left Kyoto…”