If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

What's the point of more investigation?

It will only make the action of going out in the future at the end of the season more reasonable.

At the end of the season, I came down the mountain again, and the sun was now in the east.

The morning breeze blew from afar, bringing coolness.

Before we knew it, it was almost deep autumn.

It was still early at this moment. On the way to Ji Mo, the waiter standing at the restaurant door kept shouting.

Promoting their breakfast.

This is also a scene that cannot be seen in the mountains.

The steaming steamer was emitting white mist and the sound of boiling hot oil was heard.

All kinds of people sat at the tables in front of the breakfast shop, enjoying breakfast.

"Is this what life on earth is like?"

The aroma wafts from the shop, tempting the hungry taste buds.

Ji Mo was feeling a little hungry as he hadn't eaten yet in the morning.

He walked over to a table and looked at the sign hanging in the window of the store.

I ordered a basket of steamed buns and a serving of tofu pudding.

I've eaten these things in the mountains at the end of the season, but they're quite rare.

After all, the consumption of monks is quite different from that of ordinary people.

And no one in the academy would specially cook earthly food.

Looking at the prices listed, Ji Mo searched carefully in his storage ring.

But he found that he had no money left in the mortal world.

Soon, a basket of steaming buns was placed on the table at the end of the season.

There was also a small plate with some dark brown, silky strips of something on it.

After a while, the waiter brought out the white and tender tofu pudding with a layer of broth floating on it.

"Oh, it looks good."

Ji Mo picked up the chopsticks, picked up a bun and took a bite.

"Yeah, it's mushroom meat. The taste is a bit strange, but it's quite delicious."

The buns have been sitting for a while and are no longer so hot, so they taste just right.

Ji Mo picked up the spoon, scooped up a piece of tofu and put it into his mouth.

“It’s a bit salty, but not bad.”

Compared to the meals cooked by Lin Miaomiao, occasionally coming to the mortal world for a meal seems to be a good choice.

After all, no matter how delicious something is, you will get tired of it after eating it for a long time.

People are always looking for something new and novel.

Ji Mo was eating nibbles when a middle-aged man suddenly sat down opposite him.

He had dark skin and a smile on his face, and he casually took off his somewhat worn hat.

"Waiter, give me half a pound of fried dough sticks and a bowl of porridge."

"Okay, wait a moment."

The middle-aged man slapped his thigh after receiving the response.

Ji Mo listened to his voice and looked up.

The middle-aged man smiled innocently, looking at the neat clothes at the end of the season.

"Sorry, bro, there are a lot of people."

Ji Mo nodded. From his clothes and appearance, one could tell that he was an ordinary man engaged in laboring work.

My body has been overdrawn by the hard work, and my skin has been tanned and dry by the scorching sun and is a little cracked.

But that smile looked like it was genuine.

It seems that he is not dissatisfied with this kind of life.

A moment later, the middle-aged man's food was brought by the waiter.

Seeing the food, his smile widened. He picked up the wooden bowl and drank a big mouthful of porridge without caring that it was boiling hot.

"Ah~"

Make a satisfied sound.

At the end of the season, I was a little curious about his appearance.

Being stared at by Ji Mo, the man put down the wooden bowl and said a little embarrassedly:

"Sorry, little brother, I'm just a rough guy, so I made some noise while eating."

Normally, middle-aged people don’t care about their own behavior.

For people like them, sharing tables is commonplace.

If you meet someone of similar age, you can chat and brag together while having a meal.

It’s just that Ji Mo’s temperament and appearance are very different from his.

The middle-aged man has a strange feeling in his heart, as if he is humble in front of a superior.

Ji Mo shook his head.

"fine."

Ji Mo had not had much contact with mortals. If he really had to talk about them, it was only the former Lin Miaomiao and a few servants in the house before his parents passed away.

However, apart from Lin Miaomiao, Ji Mo didn't talk much to the servants.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Ji Mo didn't dislike him. After all, he was not a pure young master.

When I was a child, I ran around in the mountains like a wild child.

My father used to make a living by hunting. He was always tanned and always came back covered in dirt.

At that time, hunting could not bring in much money, and the clothes were always patched.

Looking at the end of the season, the middle-aged man felt a little uncomfortable.

He scratched his head. Although he felt a little embarrassed, he was already hungry. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the freshly baked pancake, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

When you feel a little tired of eating, pick up the pickles from the small dish.

After that, the man did not make that sound again.

Whether it's his movements or the way he eats, he looks much more gentle.

Ji Mo was quite satisfied with the meal, and had no complaints about the middle-aged man sharing the table. He even said that it didn't matter if he was still a little rude.

The end of the season came a little earlier, but the middle-aged man finished eating before him.

He raised his palm and wiped the remaining rice residue from the corner of his mouth, then smiled at me innocently.

Looking at him, Ji Mo's brows relaxed. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but his mood became better.

He took a spirit stone from his pocket and threw it to the middle-aged man with some strength.

"It's fate that we're sitting together. I don't have any money, so consider this meal my treat."

At this moment, Ji Mo had finished eating. He stood up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth.

After saying that, he turned and left.

The appearance at the end of the season caught the attention of many people who were eating at the same time.

The middle-aged man was also stunned by the sudden action.

Until the spirit stone in his hand emitted a breath fluctuation.

The warmth lingered in his hands.

The middle-aged man looked down and said, "Spirit Stone, it's really a Spirit Stone!"

Spirit stones are not only traded by cultivators, but can also be circulated in the mortal world. Compared to money, many places prefer spirit stones, and people will often buy them at high prices.

The middle-aged man didn't expect to gain a spirit stone by eating a meal.

There were envious glances from the side.

The middle-aged man quickly put the spirit stone into his pocket and took out some cash to settle the bill with the waiter.

This kind of thing happens from time to time.

After all, the restaurants are all at the foot of Baishui Mountain, and occasionally young masters from families on the mountain will come down to have fun.

A spirit stone is insignificant to those young masters. If the waiters and others provide good service, they will be rewarded.

But such scenes are rare.

Although a spirit stone is something to be envied, they have no intention of robbing it.

You know, if the young masters knew about this kind of thing, their entire family would be exterminated.

The last time he was robbed was no different from provoking the young master who rewarded him with spirit stones.

They are the ones who care most about their reputation.

Ji Mo, who was leaving, naturally had no idea that his actions had affected the surrounding areas of the breakfast shop.

He didn't know why he did this.

Maybe it was because I thought of the past memories and felt a little nostalgic.

He looks a bit friendly to middle-aged people.

"probably."

Soon the memory faded from my mind at the end of the season.

Just doing it on a whim.

He has more important things.