Chapter 1988: Old Tofu Maker (1/2)

There existed a fair-sized city built and paved with stones Who kno many years it has been since its foundation but the walls were in a state of disrepair Arrows filled the gaps along with holes from successive attacks

People came and went; the city witnessed one era after another The pebbles were polished by the feet of pedestrians Some streets were even shi+ny from this effect

Its architectural style consisted of streas This was a peaceful area for its citizens Everyone here practically knew each other due to the small nu in the city, the people here would inadvertently shout out: “The old tofuin the city, they would also shout: “Lining up to buy sos”

Perhaps one wouldn’t remember the name of this little place or its scenic spots, but they would definitely reettable experience, if you could buy it

The citizens here couldn’t really say what the oldthe His existence and tofu went hand in hand

As for his last naround, and the type of man he was? This remained a mystery to everyone

“The old tofuthe city

“Creak” One could hear the sounds of a shoulder pole carrying so froht away

“He’s here!” Sohter of children and young ladies Footsteps resounded and a long line was forht away on this street

An oldHis face was covered rinkles, an indelible effect of time He wore a hemp robe with a cloth over his shoulder in order to ease the pain fro the pole Despite the two casks full of tofu pudding, his steps were still quite strong, giving off of old but vigorous

He walked up to the line and dropped down the heavy casks With a wooden ladle, he lifted the thin cloth covering the casks and said: “Opening shop now, come line up”

All of his actions were smooth, unwasted, and precise He scooped a ladle-full into the bowl of the girl standing in front She happily placed a bronze coin into a pouch hanging on his waist and left with her bowl full of tofu

“Grandpa, getyesterday” So ht of the white tofu, especially after srance of the soybean

Because of this, so at the two casks, afraid that it would run out before their turn

Alas, the bottom of the casks was quickly seen since the oldhis daily portions He patted the pouch on his waist and heard the coins clanking and san to pack up

“Sigh, grandpa, just two casks a day? We don’t like it at all, you’re just toying with us The neighborhood would like to ask you to hbor conored the coain before slowly carrying the back and forth