In the morning, London seems to be inseparable from a drizzle, and the slippery ground has long been accustomed to living here all year round.

The faint mist drifted away, blowing the smell of the Thames not far away, the smell of earthy moisture, and people were hurrying and busy for their own lives.

The only thing that was a little surprising was the small shop on the corner, which was not too wide, but the business was very prosperous.

"Hi, sir, have a mapo tofu, oh, is that the name?" The young man who spoke ordered at the waiter in the store, and the pigtail on the top of his head shook with the movement.

There were also a few teenagers and girls on the table, who were a little disdainful of the pigtails, and two of them pursed their lips, but they did not have a seizure on the spot due to their good upbringing, and still sat in place.

God knows that Chinese food is not to their taste at all, it is too oily and strong spices, and the strong taste is difficult for Londoners who are used to hamburgers and fries to accept.

"Yes, sir!" The waiter did not show a strange look at the strange costumes of the teenagers, and answered the questions that seemed a little rude.

"Today, the shopkeeper held an event, ordered a mapo tofu and gave away a loofah egg drop soup!" The black-haired waiter scribbled a few times on the cutting board, and said with a blank face the promotion that the owner decided on yesterday.

"Silk, silk what?? God, that's a hard word to read! The pigtailed boy repeated the waiter's words, but was ultimately defeated by the difficult pronunciation.

"It's loofah egg drop soup, besides, don't you need anything else?"

The second time I made sure that the other party didn't need anything else, Tom. Riddle looked up, glanced at the young men and girls on the table who had been staring at his face for a long time, and turned to walk to the left door of the store.

"Oh my God, he's so spicy!!" A girl can't wait to share what she sees with her female companion while the waitress leaves.

"It's even cooler than Danny, I don't know if he has a girlfriend." The female companion also began to be eager to try, proudly holding up her proud breasts, and her slightly ordinary face looked like it was bound to win.

For teenagers of this age, compared to the facial features that have not yet grown, the hot body is obviously more tempting.

Danny mentioned in the girl's words is the man of the year in the school, the main hitter of the football team, with a fairly toned body and a fairly good face, which is very popular among the girls in the school.

"Forget it, Michael, aren't you dating that basketball captain?" The girl who spoke at the beginning rolled her eyes at her friend's words and opened her mouth to the finish line.

"No, no, no, Rick is a bear compared to him, it makes people vomit, am I right, guys?" The top is the answer to the girls, and the bottom is to the boys across the table.

The pigtailed boy looked at the proud chest that was shaking in front of him with a dull expression, and only nodded in response to the girl's answer.

"Look, York agrees with me." The girl with the proud upper circumference didn't care about the young man's gaze at all, and proudly opened her mouth to the female companion.

"That's because he didn't listen to what you were saying." Mary spoke impatiently, she could hardly stand the affection of her friend, and almost every good boy she saw was inextricably linked to the latter.

Tom. Riddle didn't care what happened on the table after he left, went straight to the inconspicuous place in the store, and knocked lightly on the door, "Shopkeeper, there's a guest here!" ”

'Door', in fact, is not a real door, but similar to the arch in the courtyard of ancient Chinese high-ranking officials, with wisps hanging down the bamboo weaving seat, on which is a lady holding a pipa, half-concealed and half-hidden, shy and timid.

The arch was not very high, and Riddle was standing there, with a few tens of centimeters above his head.

Bamboo, gentleman also.

The pale bluish yellow is the main body, the edges are carefully smoothed, perhaps not clear and clean when drying, and the front of the mat is still a little green.

There was silence, no sound coming from inside the door.

The brunette waiter was patient, not caring about being ignored at all, and continued to knock on the door,

"The apprentices haven't arrived yet, and you need to do the dishes you order."

Before the words fell, with a sharp sound piercing the air, a cold word squeezed out of the crack in the door, "Shut up............"

"Huh!"

Tom Riddle quickly dodged the oncoming dagger, turned his head, and was silent for a long time, before finally choosing to pull the wall dagger down.

Every time he came over to call the other party to get up, he would encounter such a situation, from the panic at the beginning to the current face to pull out the dagger without changing his face and carry it in his arms, no one knows what kind of storm he has experienced.

Then he lifted the door and entered the room.

The quaint and cumbersome wall clock on the wall, kindly provided by someone, is so old that the mahogany table has become the illusion of oiliness, and the faint bits of golden light reveal the value that even if it is sold by this small shop, it may not be able to afford it.

The well-cut white shirt is extremely suitable for men, and a few buttons that are deliberately loosened inadvertently reveal a strong chest, and the pure black suit pants are a bit inconsistent with the current aesthetics, but they are very suitable for men's temperament, with a bit of abstinence in unscrupulousness.

Her long black hair was loosely tied, her gray-blue eyes were like the sea during a storm, and she was full of danger, with a high nose, thin lips, and a perfect jaw carved out of marble.

It was a kraken-like man, as if he could whisper at any moment, and then the monstrous waves and storms would listen to his call and take away all creatures that disrespected him.

"Dear little Tom, give you three seconds to make things clear," the black-haired young man impatiently stepped his feet on the mahogany table worth a thousand gold, and his clear voice was slightly hoarse from lack of sleep, like his master, very eye-catching, "Otherwise, believe me, you won't want to know the result." ”

Dana. Lawrence reached out and covered his eyes, trying to block out the sunlight shining through the door, and the low pressure of sleep deprivation made his mood even more gloomy, although it was not much better in normal times.

“………… Tut! He rubbed his hair a little irritably, and then stretched out his long legs, and with a loud sound, the furnishings on the table fell directly on the expensive woolen blanket on the ground. Riddle's brow furrowed.

"There are customers!"

“………… Let them! "The world sleeps the most, and for the domineering Dana, everything is not a problem.

"We need money!" Tom. Riddle pointed out the other party's sore spot bitterly, and almost pointed his head at the other party and scolded the other party's loser.

Although the shop was left behind by the owner's father, for some reason, there was not much cash, which directly caused them to be a little nervous in hand.

"It's annoying!" Frowning, a little unhappy with the tone of the black-haired teenager, the hand covering his face moved. After being reborn for a thousand years, he still doesn't adapt to the style of speaking here.

In his previous life, he had an accident tracking down a mortal enemy, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was back in his childhood. The face is exactly the same as in his previous life, and the memory is still there, and his cheap parents are not bad to him, but they are also comfortable.