"Good!"

The old man responded with a smile, put a quick hand and feet on his hands and feet and delivered it to him, saying, "My little master, sit here! Sit and eat it. This stinky tofu must be eaten with my special sauce to taste delicious."

"good."

Tang Ning responded with a smile, looking at the stinky tofu soaked in the soup in the bowl, the surface was black and fried crispy, and there were a lot of sauces added. The smell was quite heavy. She inserted a hole in the middle with chopsticks to soak the soup into the tofu, and then picked it up and took a bite. The tofu was crispy and smelly, especially with the soup, the fragrance in her mouth was endless.

"Well, uncle, it's delicious, I'll give me another serving." She nodded, gave him a big thumbs-up, and ordered another serving.

"I have been making this stinky tofu for decades. It tastes the most authentic. It's very good. I'll eat this alley. But some people don't like it and say it smells smelly, and even if I pass by, I cover my nose."

The old man grinned and made another portion to serve, saying, "This stinky tofu must be eaten while it is hot. The little master will eat it first. If it is not enough, then call me."

"Okay." Tang Ning responded with a smile. After eating two servings in a row, he burped his stomach, then sat down and rested for a while, drank two cups of tea and rinsed his mouth.

"Uncle, this is the money for stinky tofu." She took out the money and put it on the table, stood up and said, "I understand the art of facial expressions. I think the uncle is suffering from blood today, so it's better to close the stall early and go home!"

When the old man heard this, he said, "How come you, the little master, say this! How could there be any bloody disaster if I set up a stall here? I think you are young and ignorant, so you can't say this nonsense."

Tang Ning smiled and said, "I won't talk nonsense. I just met you and I'll just say something. Since you don't believe it, there is nothing I can do." She walked to his stall and picked up an iron plate on it, walked to the old man's side, and smiled and stuffed the iron plate into his clothes.

She patted the slightly stunned old man's shoulder and smiled and said, "Don't take it out, maybe it can save your life."

The old man was stunned for a moment, looking at the little monk walking away, a little confused. He touched his chest with his hand. The iron plate was stuffed into the thick clothes. He wanted to take it out, but when he thought of what the monk said just now, he paused and took his hand back and muttered: "What a weird person."

"Stinky tofu, fragrant and smelly tofu!"

He shouted twice and became busy again. In fact, there is no need to shout for selling stinky tofu. The smell of smell is enough for those who like to eat to smell the fragrance.

In the evening, just as the old man was greeting the guests, he heard the sound of a fight. He turned around and saw two fighting cultivators coming towards him. Just as he was about to hide, he was grabbed by his collar and pushed forward to block the knife. Seeing the other person's knife slashing at him, he was so scared that he exclaimed and closed his eyes.

"ah!"

The knife was originally intended to cut off the casual cultivator, but it fell on his chest because the old man was pushed to block the knife, and immediately made a metallic magnetic collision sound.

"Clang!"

The sword-wielding man was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the old man's legs were weak and fell down, it seemed that something had blocked him. The sword-wielding man did not kill him. Seeing that the monk took the opportunity to escape, the sword-wielding man hurriedly chased after him.
Chapter completed!