"I'm looking forward to it too," Lv Xianyang said indifferently: "I want to see how far he has grown now."
As his words fell, Wu Xuanxin turned his head, didn't say anything, and then slowly stood up.
"I've waited so long, and finally, we meet again, Zhou Dao. You must not disappoint me."
Wu Xuanxin murmured softly and walked out of the small courtyard.
...
On the second day, the sky just brightened.
Zhou Dao got up, hugged the little black cat, and planned to go to Taihu Street in the east of the city for a bowl of crispy tofu soup.
Luo QiQi said that there was a new tofu shop there, with various ways to eat tofu. The most delicious one was the crispy tofu soup.
It was said that the crisp crust alone took three days to prepare, and the tofu was handmade by the shopkeeper's wife - fragrant, smooth, white, tender, and juicy.
Unfortunately, the takeaway would have ruined the taste.
Zhou Dao was very tempted and decided to go and taste it himself.
"What's so good about tofu?"