Speaking of this young girl, I have to talk about her tofu.

Qingjia tofu is not as boxy as the tofu on the market, and the food is dry and heavy. Qingjia's tofu is smooth and shiny, just like a girl's skin, which can be broken by blowing.

If you eat it, it melts in your mouth. The mellow flavor of the food has just bloomed in the taste buds, and as soon as the tofu is in the mouth, it is gone.

Add the finely chopped green onions, pour the noodles on top, and pour the special tempeh juice of the Qing family into the iron kettle. Emerald green onions cover a snow-capped mountain with tofu, and a river of oily soup flows below the snow-capped mountain.

What a tofu version of the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.

People who eat tofu are full of praise, but people who want to eat tofu are also full of praise.

This can be said to be the beauty of the Qing girl.

The absurdity of the Qing girl's birth, on the day her mother gave birth, she didn't have time to call the midwife, there was no one to take care of her at home, and her father was a fool who didn't know anything, so he ran from the north of the city to the south of the city to invite Langzhong.

With this effort, Qingying landed.

It's just that Qingying's father and Lang Zhong were shocked that the moment they broke into the door, they clearly saw a fox with a female doll in its mouth.

The female doll is white and red, with thick hair, and her eyes are like black glass.

When I looked again, the fox was gone, and the female doll was lying quietly on the edge of the bed. After giving birth, his wife spent all her strength and slept soundly.

It wasn't long before word spread that something strange. After Qingying grew up, she became more and more beautiful and bright, which attracted the jealousy of many women in Jiangcheng, and over time, she became infamous as a fox spirit.

This is the saying of "tofu fox".

Qing Yingsheng is beautiful, but her dress is extremely simple. is obviously the first appearance of this Jiangcheng, but he insists on dressing himself up as a village girl.

Even so, it is inevitable that there will be harassment from men who want to eat tofu and gossip from women and children.

Even in the city, the beautiful official lady who passed by in a sedan chair was disgusted when she saw her.

In order to avoid such more or less troubles, Qingying took over all the work at home, did more work, and appeared less in front of people, which saved a lot of trouble.

Invisibly, it also opened up a new benefit for her, that is, she has a strong physique.

It's unimaginable that under such a petite and lovely figure, there is a body that even ordinary men can't beat.

Soft on the outside and rigid on the inside, that's what I'm talking about. In the bath, she also saw that her arms were getting stronger and stronger, but her curves were becoming more and more beautiful. The abdomen is no longer so smooth and weak, and on both sides of the navel, two softly placed lines are increasingly appearing.

Hit the spot.

The daily sales of Qingjia tofu are the first in Jiangcheng cuisine. Usually, she is only responsible for making tofu, and there is a good-looking sister at home who is responsible for delivering tofu.

The guests came more for Qingying, but those who wanted to eat tofu couldn't eat it, so they had to eat some actual tofu.

The tofu I make every day is swept away.

Today, if it weren't for the good time of the morning being delayed by this unknown corpse, she would have made today's tofu.

Whoever made her nosy and showy since she was a child, she couldn't change this problem when she grew up.

Qingying placed her slightly calloused fingers on the tip of Yuezhuo's nose, leaned over his chest, and listened to him to make sure he was out of breath and heartbeat.

Since it's dead, it's good to put it aside, or don't bury it.

If today's business is delayed, it will be a big loss.

Qingying turned around to leave, but after thinking about it again, she stopped.

If it is placed here, it will scare the people passing by. Moreover, when a person dies, the body will rot, and it will emit a foul smell and pollute the environment, which is not good.

After thinking about it, she turned back anyway.

Qingying pondered, there are no tools for digging pits around here? Could it be that you have to dig with your bare hands?

Fortunately, her kung fu in digging the pit is still very good. On weekdays, she dredges tunnels, empties dung buckets, and does all the dirty work.

The effort to dig the pit is also accumulated over time.

Qingying wiped the sweat from her head, snapped her fingers, and was done.

Then he dragged the man's corpse, raised his hands, and threw it into the pit.

Qingying's plain Tsing Yi was stained with mud, and her hands were still stained with mottled marks of soil.

With this wipe, the fair and clean little face also turned into a flower.

She sighed, she shouldn't have done it. The good ones buried their bodies here. Let others see it and think she killed someone.

So, she sped up the speed of filling the pit. In a few moments, it was filled out.

Qingying stepped on the flat dirt and got it done.

She crouched down, her hair hanging low, scented with flowers and vines. He muttered softly.

"Brother Benevolent, rest in peace, may you have a good birth in the next life. ”

After that, before he got up, a hand rubbed out of the flat ground, and grabbed Qingying's ankle strongly.

He screamed lightly and fell to the ground. I kicked my feet back vigorously, but the hand had no intention of letting go, and the grip became tighter and tighter, and finally, it was uprooted.

It's the corpse. He was covered in grief and fell to the ground stiffly.

Qingying ran away, but as soon as the corpse stretched out her hand, she grabbed the black hair on the top of her head.

The feeling of her scalp tearing was heartbreaking, but she would rather sacrifice this handful of hair than become a delicacy for this monster.

This may be just that.... The legendary corpse?

Yuezhuo slowly opened his eyes, his thick and long black eyelashes moved, and a handful of dust flew down from his eyebrows, and he coughed a few times.

Qing Ying saw that this corpse would cough, but she was not afraid, and when she got closer, it was clearly a living person.

However, Fang Cai obviously lost his snort and heartbeat.

Qingying is quite bold among women, and she is timid, I am afraid that she has lost her breath at this moment.

Qingying flipped Yuezhuo's body over, dusted off his body, and asked tentatively, "Hey——?"

Moonburn didn't respond.

Qingying thought to herself, won't she die again?

She held out her finger again in the direction of the tip of his nose, only to be grabbed by his wrist with one hand.

"Who are you?"

The voice is very stable, and the voice is like a string twist and courtesy, which is the best among the man's voices that Qingying has heard.

"Well, Brother Ren, are you dead or alive?"

Qingying knew that she shouldn't have asked this question herself, and if it was a dead person, she would naturally not answer her. If it was a monster, he would have eaten her in one bite.

"What do you say?"

The voice was a little impatient, and the three short words were full of disdain.

"Okay, then I'm leaving. ”

Qingying wanted to get up, but Yuezhuo grabbed her hair tightly and didn't let go.

"It hurts, it hurts—"

"Brother Ren, can you let it go first? ”

Qingying was pulled and screamed. I thought, hair is a trick that women only use in fights, how can this man use women's tricks.

"Let you go, and you'll run away. ”

"No, big brother, if I want to run, I won't save you. ”

Qingying had teary eyes and pleaded.

"But you still want to bury me. ”

Yuezhuo replied to her coldly.

Qingying rolled her eyes and thought, you're out of gas, can't you pick it up and go home as a husband if you don't bury it?

"Brother Ren, you...."Qingying looked surprised, "What happened to you?"

Qingying asked, and Yue Zhuo came back to her senses.

yes, what happened to him?

Who is he, where is he, what is he going to do?

My head hurts, and it hurts to crack.

"Who am I?" Yue Zhuo tugged hard at her green hair.

Strands of jet-black hair fell sporadically.

Her hair—

Also, how did she know who this man who pulled her hair inexplicably was-

Qingying wants to cry without tears, and her hateful teeth itch. The anger in his heart broke out at once, and he must let the person in front of him taste what it means to be called heaven and earth, and the earth is not spiritual.