Yaya and Xiao Yu were both very happy, although Xiao Yu knew the steps for making tofu, she understood that a skill passed down through generations couldn't simply be matched by her own casual attempts. She treasured this rare opportunity.
"Then...," she asked, "Grandpa Wang, do you already have in mind an ideal candidate for an apprentice?"
Grandpa Wang pondered for a moment and nodded, "There is one, but I don't know if they would be willing. At the west end of our village, there is a widow, a very kind person, with a hardworking and clever son, half-grown."
"And in Zhaojia Village, there's an orphan whose father died on the battlefield and whose mother ran away. He was raised by his grandparents, too. He helped me push carts before, so I have a deep impression of him. The kid is also very steady and sensible. If these two boys could come over, it would save me a lot of worry."
