Into Xuancheng Xianxian, From Not Being A Son-In-Law

Not long after descending the mountain, Lu Pan, who was walking among the world for Taoism, stopped in front of an unknown tofu stand. Wait for an instant.

But it's been a long time.

Lu Pan just had a bitter face, torn between the choice of using the sword or not.

Stagnated, froze at the tofu stand.

"...Daozhang, please."

A bowl of tofu nao squeezed into Lu Pan's sight.

The white and tender tofu nao has a shallow layer of sugar water, but the hands holding the edge of the bowl are far less delicate than this tofu nao. The rough calluses on the big hands are all imprints of hard work and suffering.

"I don't have tofu nao."

"Yes, yes, there is no order, we invite the Taoist priest to eat."

"Why did you ask me?"

"This...is, is..."

The simple and honest yellow-faced man smiled and scratched his head, unable to explain why, but the woman who was washing the empty bowls behind him wiped her hands and came over to explain.

"It's just that the Taoist priest has traveled far and wide and has seen a lot. I would like to invite you to taste the taste of our tofu nao compared to other homes? Is there anything that can be improved, and I hope the Taoist priest can mention it."

The woman's swollen eye circles could not hide her fatigue, but the smile in her eyes was not all courtesy to welcome guests.

In fact, she was watching the young Daoist standing beside him for a long time but did not sit down for a long time.

I thought it was because I was short of money but I was hungry or I was hungry.

Although I can't afford the money for the sesame oil in the temple, I can still serve this bowl of tofu.

What's more, the man in the family recently lost his livelihood of growing flowers in the mansion, and almost lost his life. Although there was no danger in the end, it may be some kind of bad luck. Maybe doing good deeds can ward off disasters.

Good luck to their family.

I just said it directly because the young Daoist seemed to want to eat but couldn't afford it, so I couldn't help losing face, so the woman deliberately explained that she wanted Lu Pan to taste the taste, as if she was asking him to help him. as busy.

Lu Pan, who practiced Taoism on the mountain since he was a child, took the tofu nao with both hands.

I ate it bite by bite.

It quickly reached the bottom, and even a little dregs at the bottom of the bowl were not let go.

"Master Taoist, do you need another bowl?"

"Thank you benefactor, but Xiaodao is already full."

Lu Pan folded his left hand and raised his right hand to his chest, using the etiquette of Taoism to show respect.

"The bean curd from the benefactor's house is tender and delicious, and it's the best I've ever eaten."

"Really? That would be great, the next time the Daoist wants to eat, feel free to come again..."

There is also tofu nao on the mountain, but it is not as delicious as the one at the bottom of the mountain.

Wen Wen's sword on his back has become silent, and all the previous momentum has been silently dissipated.

Lu Pan also turned and left.

If one day, Sect asked why he didn't draw his sword today.

Because they invited me to eat a bowl of such delicious tofu nao.

Daoist, a boy who is about to ask the world, walks in the bustling Yujing City, and only thinks that such a real reason is enough...

...

Dao Yizong has eaten tofu nao at the foot of the mountain while walking in the contemporary era.

The eldest lady of the Chen family, who ranked first on the Qianlong list, was also planning to eat tofu, but the bowl she ate was far more than three pennies.

"...Except for the fairy mountain of Dao Yizong, there should be no tofu soup in the world that is more spiritual than this bowl."

The soup is made from chicken, duck and ham, and the pork is chopped into puree like a sieve to sweep away the turbidity in the soup. Finally, it takes on a clear amber color, but in this case, it is just a boxy piece of meat that plays the leading role. Silky tofu.

The woman who spoke was dressed in luxurious clothes. She tapped the rim of the bowl with her finger, and the tofu scattered into thousands of strands like flower buds in full bloom.

But there was not a single tofu thread broken at the bottom.

After scooping up a spoonful of shredded tofu and tasting the fresh, tender, refreshing and smooth taste, Chen Muwan nodded slightly but frowned.

The woman who was waiting for her to comment on the taste suddenly became nervous.

"Isn't this tofu delicious?"

"There's a big problem."

"What is it? Is the soup base too salty? Maybe the ham used is salty. Next time, use fresh tube bones..."

"No, after eating such good tofu, how can I still eat other people's tofu in the future?"

Chen Muwan pretended to sigh.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then she slapped the table and snatched away the tofu soup that Chen Muwan had just taken a bite of.

The big angry eyes stared at those hidden eyes of Xian Yun.

"Then don't eat it, keep your tongue and eat other people's tofu!"

The woman ate up the tofu soup one bite after another as if she was angry.

But don’t forget to savor it carefully.

The saltiness is just right, and the shredded tofu is tender and smooth, but the soup is a bit too thick.

needs to be improved.

The woman raised her hand and patted it gently, and a maid brought purified water and a silk handkerchief.

Wipe your mouth and wash your hands.

The palace maid quietly retreated without making any unnecessary noise.

"Counting the days, Wan'er, you will get married in a few days, right?"

"General Xu is brave and brave, but somehow he has given birth to a idiot like Xu Cheng. He has such a big government palace and has been training for a long time to reach the eighth level of martial arts. I don't know whether he has succeeded or not."

"It's true that father Hu gave birth to a son, who is not worthy of Wan'er you at all. I don't know what happened to the father, so he messed up the mandarin ducks."

"Wan'er, seriously, you really don't need me to talk to my father again? I think you two are actually not happy. It's only because my father spoke that I had to get married. Since we haven't gotten married yet, I won't If you go to act like a baby in front of the emperor, maybe you will take back your life, and everyone will be happy..."

There was no tofu soup but there were all kinds of exquisite snacks on the table. Chen Muwan was worried about which one to eat first. She responded without raising her head: "No, just think of it as me doing something for the family... Eh. ,Aren’t there any egg yolk cakes today?”

"Hey! Wan'er, are you listening carefully? You are about to get married without even having a sweetheart. From now on, you will sleep with a man you don't like or even hate. I feel sick just thinking about it. You actually still Ask if there are any egg yolk cakes?”

Chen Muwan pinched a piece of jerky and threw it into her mouth, blinking and said, "It doesn't mean we have to sleep together."

"You are getting married! Why don't you have to sleep together..."

"But he is marrying into my family, so he has to obey my family's arrangements. Besides, even if he doesn't want to be reasonable... Just as you said, Your Highness, if Closed Door Training succeeds, he will only be an eighth-level martial artist. I can compare with him." Even more unreasonable."

The woman who seemed to be more anxious about her marriage than Chen Muwan herself was angrily about to call for someone to come in and take away all the snacks she made herself.

eat?

It depends on what you eat!

As a result, she was stunned when she heard what Chen Muwan said.

It seems... there is some truth?

"But if you suffer like this, if you don't argue... Even if it's not true, at least in name you can't escape. If you have a sweetheart in the future, wouldn't this become a thorn in the middle of you? How can you be happy?"

Chen Muwan raised her head.