Although the weather is cold and frozen, because of the blooming of the Shili Meilin, the city gate is very lively in and out, and even the tofu stalls are full.

When the master and servant arrived, someone happened to leave their seats, and Qingqiu quickly grabbed the position.

"The son of the world, come quickly!"

After Ning Yuchu sat down, a seventeen or eight-year-old child came over with a cloth to wipe the table and ask for something.

After the Qingqiu newspaper is announced, the child should go down immediately after getting off.

Pedestrians came and went on the road, Ning Yuchu felt that it was not interesting, and looked at the tofu stall.

The tofu stall is run by a pair of grandchildren, the old man is gray-haired, and the grandson is young, wearing coarse linen clothes and even pudding.

In the past, he rarely paid attention to these, and he didn't blame the ugly monsters for paying more attention to the scenery and characters around him.

After observing, he found that although the child was young, he was quick with his hands and feet, sweet and enthusiastic, and could help the old man with most of the tasks.

He couldn't help but think back to the question he had had before.

Everyone has their own responsibilities, flowers know how to dress up the world, children know how to help the family share, so as the son of the world, what should he do?

He thought about it for a long time, but it still didn't work.

At this time, the child brought two bowls of hot tofu flowers.

"Two guest officers, please use it slowly."

"Kid, wait."

The child turned and looked at the very good-looking brother in bewilderment.

"What else does the guest officer command?"

Ning Yuchu took out two toys from the cloth bag: "Give." ”

Even though his eyes were shining, the child did not answer it with his hands behind his back.

He shook his head and said, "Grandpa said that you can't just take what others bring. ”

When Ning Yuchu heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised.

On weekdays, his brothers and sisters of the same generation compete with him all day long, and they will not be polite at all.

He felt that this child was much more pleasing to the eye than his clansmen, so he directly carried the cloth bag and stuffed it into the child's arms.

Before the child refused, he viciously threatened: "If you don't accept the master, you will change your face." ”

The child hurriedly bowed down and thanked, "Thank you, guest officer." ”

Qingqiu was dumbfounded, and after the child left, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, those are your favorite gadgets, why did you give them away?" ”

Ning Yuchu scooped a spoonful of tender tofu flowers into his mouth, and said inarticulately: "It's just pitiful to see him." ”

Qingqiu immediately approached the master, blinked and said, "That master also pity the poor slave." ”

Ning Yuchu glanced at him: "Get out." ”

Qingqiu Ma went to eat tofu flowers.

Ning Yuchu looked at the sun-drenched imperial capital while eating, and felt that this place that had been seen for more than ten years was a little different, and he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

At this time, the little demon king still didn't understand that it was not the scenery that had changed, but his state of mind had changed.

A person has been denied from birth until now, and suddenly he is recognized, and this satisfaction is enough to make a qualitative change.

Not only that, Tang Li also awakened the sleeping compassion in his heart.

It's just that these changes are subtle.

It's so subtle that it's hard to spot if you're not familiar with it.

But one day, they will be like the wings of a butterfly and cause a shocking storm.

Three bowls of tofu flowers went down, and Qingqiu wiped his mouth and shouted for another bowl.

At this time, the number of people coming in from outside the city suddenly increased, and they looked panicked.

Someone at the tofu stall asked the pedestrian, "What's going on?" ”

The pedestrian gasped: "Ten miles of Meilin suddenly blew a strong wind, many people were blown away, I heard that the plum banquet hosted by Pingyang Gong, some people were blown into the water by the wind, and now life and death are unknown!" ”

The soup spoon in Ning Yuchu's hand fell back into the bowl with a "click".

He immediately got up: "Qingqiu, don't eat it, go and have a look!" ”