The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

"Xiao Lin, I didn't expect you still remembered me!"

Qian Dafu was very happy to see that Lin Mo still remembered him.

The very reserved expression also became a little relaxed.

"Of course. After all, we have been neighbors for several years. How could I forget you so quickly?" Lin Mo said with a smile.

"You speak in a way that makes people feel comfortable. Unlike some of your neighbors who are so snobbish." Qian Dafu couldn't help but sigh.

Ever since his family fell into poverty, he has truly felt the fickleness of the world.

In the past, whenever he went out, there was a constant stream of people greeting him.

Now that he is back, no one except Lin Mo has ever looked at him straight in the eye.

“In fact, I just returned to Kyoto a few days ago, and later asked someone to find me a job at Fuyuanju.

Over the years, I have gotten used to the environment here, so I rented a house in a nearby alley.

I was wondering why I didn't see you coming in and out these past two days!"

"I've been busy outside these days, and I only have time to come back today because I'm free."

Lin Mo made up an excuse without blushing or beating his heart.

Qian Dafu didn't know what to say about this.

He just kept nodding and saying, "Be busy, be busy."

Seeing that he was still a little reserved, Lin Mo asked casually.

"Brother Fu, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Dafu looked around vigilantly, as if searching for something.

Then, he smiled with a hint of mystery on his face, and said, "Xiao Lin, there's a new tofu shop opened on Guanqian Street, and Aunt Wang kept saying she wanted to eat tofu pudding, so I went there early to queue up to buy it for her!"

Lin Mo muttered to himself that in his impression, Qian Dafu had never been so considerate.

It is really hard to believe that he had to get up so early in the morning to buy tofu pudding for Aunt Wang.

Sure enough, Qian Dafu revealed his truest thoughts the next moment.

"Hehe, to tell you the truth, the proprietress of the tofu shop is so pretty, just like a fairy from a painting. Everyone calls her 'Tofu Xishi'!"

Seeing more and more people coming, before Lin Mo could say anything else, Qian Dafu said hurriedly: "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I'll go first. Otherwise, if I'm late, it will be gone."

After saying that, he hurriedly blended into the crowd.

Lin Mo was aroused by his words.

What kind of tofu is so tempting that it can cause such a commotion?

I haven't had breakfast yet, so I might as well go and take a look.

He assured that he was definitely not there to see any tofu beauty.

Guanqian Street is not far from here, just a few minutes away, and you will arrive there quickly.

As soon as he stepped into the street, Lin Mo was stunned.

The scene was bustling with people and very lively.

It is no smaller than the concerts of some small stars in previous lives.

The crowd was almost entirely made up of men.

Each of them held an empty bowl in their hands and stretched their necks to look forward.

On the small Guanqian Street, the line of people buying tofu is winding from the beginning to the end of the alley.

Forget about seeing the tofu beauty, you can’t even squeeze in.

Lin Mo saw with his own eyes a man who had just bought some tofu pudding finish the tofu pudding in his bowl in just a few bites.

Then he picked up the empty bowl and joined the queue without hesitation.

That kind of persistence and enjoyment can't help but make people admire it sincerely.

Lin Mo had sharp eyes and immediately spotted Qian Dafu who was queuing inside.

At this moment, a hurried shout suddenly sounded from the crowd.

"Uncle Li, retreat quickly! My aunt is here with a rolling pin!"

Just as he finished speaking, before anyone responded, there was a commotion at the front of the line.

Then, several burly old ladies, holding thick rolling pins, came towards this side aggressively.

Seeing this, the crowd consciously made way.

After a while, a voice crying for parents was heard.

Several old women came out, each holding a red ear.

Several men were half-dragged and half-pulled out, all of them bent over and lowered their heads.

He was begging for mercy with words like “Ouch, be gentle” coming out of his mouth, and the scene was very funny.

Qian Dafu was standing aside, and when he saw this scene, he immediately swallowed.

Lin Mo walked over and couldn't help but joked: "Brother Fu, aren't you afraid that Aunt Wang will come over?"

Qian Dafu stiffened his neck and said in a tough manner: "Hey, I'm just helping to make tofu pudding out of kindness. What can she do if she comes?"

Although he spoke confidently, his voice became smaller and smaller as time went on, and he obviously looked guilty.

He would occasionally glance at the street intersection, as if he was ready to run at any time.

Seeing this, Lin Mo just smiled indifferently without commenting.

While the crowd is dispersed by this sudden "farce".

Lin Mo took the opportunity to move forward and finally got a glimpse of the real appearance of the "Tofu Xishi" that Qian Dafu mentioned.

The woman was about twenty years old, slim and with big eyes.

Her dark hair was wrapped in a square scarf and tied up behind her head.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing a piece of white jade-like arm.

There was a hint of rosy glow on her unmade-up face.

Although she was wearing the simplest coarse cloth clothes, her graceful figure could still be seen.

Her temperament is even more outstanding, and her every move reveals a kind of gentleness and calmness.

When faced with customers' inquiries and requests, she always responds with a gentle smile and patience.

At this time, a breeze blew.

A few strands of hair inadvertently fell on her forehead.

She twisted it between her fingers and tucked it elegantly behind her ear.

Then, he smiled apologetically at the customers in the queue.

That smile was enough to silence all the noise around.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

The proprietress served a bowl of tofu pudding and handed it over.

The guest was stunned for a moment and forgot to reach out his hand.

It was not until the woman reminded him that he woke up from his dream and quickly reached out to take it.

Then he happily left with the bowl in his hands.

"It is indeed a pearl in the dust."

Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

In terms of stunning beauty, perhaps this tofu beauty is inferior to Bai Jingshu and Shen Ke.

However, it is this unpretentious nature and innocence.

It is even more precious in this bustling city, eye-catching and unforgettable.

The team kept moving, and finally it was Lin Mo's turn.

“Two bowls of tofu pudding.”

After saying this, he remembered that he forgot to bring the bowl.

Far from being displeased, Tofu Beauty said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, you can take it first, and return it when you are empty, it's the same."

As she spoke, she used her own bowl to serve two bowls of tofu pudding to Lin Mo.

After Lin Mo paid and left, the busy tofu beauty suddenly looked up at his back.

As he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, a slight smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The momentary charm adds a bit of color to the dilapidated alleys.