NOVEL NEXT Chapter 106: Knocking on a Widow's Door at Night And Eating Tofu Late at Night
Chapter 106: Knocking on a Widow’s Door at Night And Eating Tofu Late at Night
Lin Fengmian turned around and smiled at Wen Qinlin and Xiaoping and said, “Brother Wen, Xiaoping, try some. Sister Youwei’s tofu is quite famous in the city.”
Zhao Yazhi rolled her eyes and snorted coldly, saying sarcastically, “Tofu beauty, yes, quite famous indeed!”
She had always looked down on Song Youwei for selling tofu with her beauty, thinking that the woman was obviously fickle and not a decent woman.
Song Youwei’s eyes dimmed slightly as she brought over the tofu pudding and forced a smile, “Miss Zhao, here is your tofu pudding.”
Zhao Yazhi sniffed slightly and gave Song Youwei a strange look, covering her nose with a look of disgust.
She bluntly said, “No need, it smells fishy. I find it dirty.”
Song Youwei’s smile stiffened, and she couldn’t help but bite her red lips, her eyes filled with disappointment.
Lin Fengmian’s face turned cold at the words, and he coldly said, “Zhao Yazhi, with a name like Yazhi, couldn’t you just be mute?”
This woman hadn’t given him a good look the whole way, and now she was being sarcastic. He wasn’t going to give in to her.
“What, did I say something wrong? Isn’t it dirty?” Zhao Yazhi sneered.
“If you want to eat, eat. If not, get lost!” Lin Fengmian said angrily.
“Am I in the way of Master Lin’s pursuit of pleasure?” Zhao Yazhi asked.
“What I do has nothing to do with you, Miss Zhao. I’ve already broken off the engagement!” Lin Fengmian insisted.
Zhao Yazhi was furious and gritted her teeth, “Who wants to interfere in your messy affairs? Are you still investigating or not?”
“I’m tired today, I’m not investigating anymore. Miss Zhao, if you don’t want the tofu, please leave!” Lin Fengmian said coldly.
“I thought you’d make some progress, but you’re still the same as before. If we relied on you, the people in the city would have died out long ago. I’ll go ask my master!”
Zhao Yazhi angrily turned around and left, while Lin Fengmian remained unmoved, continuing to enjoy the one-coin tofu pudding while standing by the side of the road.
“Sister Youwei, don’t worry about that woman. She’s famous for her foul mouth, and she’s always jealous of women who are prettier than her.”
Song Youwei laughed, “Oh, you little rascal, you know how to comfort me now. Don’t tell me you really want to eat my tofu?”
Lin Fengmian laughed, “Of course I do, I’m just afraid that Sister Youwei won’t be willing.”
Song Youwei gave him a look and said, “You little rascal, you dare to take advantage of Sister Youwei! By the way, are you a police officer now, starting to investigate cases?”
Lin Fengmian shook his head, “No, there’s been a demon causing trouble in the city lately. Sister Youwei, do you know anything about it?”
“Ah?”
Song Youwei’s face stiffened, she hesitated to speak and finally said with a smile, “I’m just an ordinary woman, what could I possibly know?”
Lin Fengmian smiled slightly and said, “I’ll tell you this in secret, but don’t tell anyone else, or it might cause panic.”
Song Youwei hummed in agreement and forced a smile, “Alright, take your time eating. I’ll pack up and go home, my mother is waiting for me.”
With that, she turned around and started to pack up her stall.
Lin Fengmian watched her carefully as she packed up, gazing at the still voluptuous and charming Song Youwei, finding it hard to imagine that she was involved with a fox spirit.
Since his childhood, he had always liked the gentle Song Youwei and often patronized her tofu stall.
He knew that she lived a hard life, so he deliberately pretended to be the foolish son of a wealthy landlord, throwing down a lot of money with a grand air.
Song Youwei didn’t want to take it, but Grandma Zhu was greedy, and once it was in her pocket, it couldn’t be taken out.
She had no choice but to give him extra large portions every time, treating him exceptionally well, like a big sister.
He found it hard to accept that such a gentle and submissive woman could be a demon cultivator.
Lin Fengmian didn’t dawdle for too long. After finishing his tofu pudding, he stood up and took his leave.
As he left Song Youwei’s stall, Wen Qinlin said indifferently, “She’s hiding something from us, at least she knows about the demon.”
Lin Fengmian nodded, “If she didn’t know, she would have at least show signs of panic.”
Zhou Xiaoping looked confused, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand at all.”
Lin Fengmian laughed heartily, “You don’t need to understand, it’s fine like this.”
Zhou Xiaoping made a threatening gesture, “Lin Fengmian, you’re so mean!”
As night fell, the households in the city turned on their lights, and the myriad lights were exceptionally bright.
Lin Fengmian and his two companions were sitting on the branches of a large tree, looking at the dilapidated small house in the distance.
Zhou Xiaoping suddenly yawned, feeling sleepy, “Why are we looking at that Song Youwei? Could she be the demon cultivator?”
“I’m not sure, but there is indeed a faint demonic aura on her, which can only be smelled up close,” Wen Qinlin explained.
“Then what is the point of watching her? Are we just waiting for her to make a mistake?” Zhou Xiaoping said helplessly.
Lin Fengmian jumped down from the tree and landed gracefully on the ground, dusting off his clothes and saying, “This waiting isn’t the solution. Watch me pull out my ace card.”
Wen Qinlin frowned, “What are you going to do?”
Lin Fengmian revealed a brilliant smile, “Of course, I want to use a charm offensive. Watch as I knock on the widow’s door at night and have a heart to heart with her.”
Wen Qinlin laughed and said, “Are you crazy? This is a demon cultivator that even the Master Huanglong couldn’t handle. Do you want to die?”
Lin Fengmian stepped forward and said, “Isn’t that what you’re here for?”
Seeing his confident departure, Wen Qinlin patted his forehead helplessly, “This guy, isn’t he afraid of death?”
Zhou Xiaoping muttered softly, “Could it be that he doesn’t want to believe that Song Youwei is the demon cultivator?”
Wen Qinlin looked at Zhou Xiaoping in surprise and exclaimed, “This is bad!”
Zhou Xiaoping looked nervous, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh no, you’ve grown a brain!” Wen Qinlin exclaimed dramatically.
Zhou Xiaoping was stunned at first, then angrily said, “How wicked, even you’re learning from Lin Fengmian!”
Lin Fengmian walked forward with a heavy heart, he really didn’t want to believe that Song Youwei was the demon cultivator.
When he arrived at the old door, he knocked on the widow’s door with a complicated heart, something he had never dared to do before.
Immediately, Song Youwei’s cautious voice came from inside, “Who is it at this late hour?”
“Sister Youwei, it’s me, Lin Fengmian!” Lin Fengmian replied.
The door opened and Song Youwei, wearing a long green dress, stood at the door, confused, “Why are you here at this hour…?”
Lin Fengmian stood outside, smiling mischievously, “I couldn’t sleep, so I came to eat Sister Youwei’s tofu. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Song Youwei spat, “What nonsense are you talking about? A widow’s door has many gossips. Go back quickly; come to the stall tomorrow, and I’ll make some for you.”
She tried to close the door, afraid of disturbing others and causing rumors.
However, Lin Fengmian raised his hand and pushed against the door with a playful smile, “Sister Youwei, I’m hungry. I can’t sleep tonight without eating this bowl of tofu.”
Song Youwei looked back into the house, obviously worried that Grandma Zhu might wake up inside.
However, Lin Fengmian flicked a talisman into the house, and it instantly disappeared.
“It’s a sleep talisman, Granny Zhu will sleep soundly and won’t wake up even if the sky falls,” he said.