“What do you think?”
“It looks perfect. You really outdid yourself.”
I had told him how to make tofu. They had some beans here very similar to soybeans and, after checking the taste and such myself, I’d deemed it pretty much exactly the same. They had some weird name, but I just called them soybeans, and the servants started to copy me. So they were soybeans now.
Anyway, there were lots of things that could be made that I wanted to eat again, so I had started teaching Dii how to use them. One of those things was tofu, and he had finally finished. I’d taught him how, but he was the one who actually made it. I felt bad leaving all the work to him, as it was a lengthy and hard process.
“I’m sorry for always leaving the dirty work to you, Dii.”
“Don’t be. It’s good practice. I enjoy it.”
