Mu Erxun put down his spoon and nodded obediently.
Li Xiaoyou couldn't help but feel warm when he saw this, and he held the bowl and started eating.
"Aren't you used to it?" Seeing that Mu Chenfeng never moved the spoon, she couldn't help but ask.
Mu Chenfeng did not answer, but also picked up the spoon. He scooped out a spoonful and ate it slowly as if remembering.
His eating appearance has always been elegant, and even when he drank the evening tofu, he looked like a prince from the British royal family. Unlike her, who drank directly from the bowl without even using a spoon.
Li Xiaoyou lowered her head silently, drinking to herself, but she didn't see his warm look on her face.
She thought he had never eaten it before, so he was not interested in this kind of common people's food. But she didn't know that Mu Chenfeng had a happy memory of his own about tofu noodle.
It was just because I was too young at that time and was not influenced by these love, hatred and commercial interests at all.
Mu Chenfeng was absorbed in drinking the tofu noodle from the bowl with a spoon. His mind could not help but fly back to the time when he was five years old. He and his mother went to a roadside breakfast stall to drink hot soy milk and fried dough sticks...
At that time, his appetite was larger than that of other children. He would drink tofu for one night every time, and add soy milk and a fried dough stick for one night.
Every time his mother would scratch her nose and joke that he was a big eater, every time, a smile that would never appear on her face would appear on her face. She was very loving and doting.
But after breakfast, she would become that indifferent woman again, neither crying nor laughing nor caring about him.
After taking two sips, Mu Chenfeng suddenly changed his expression, put down his spoon, stood up and walked out.
The driver hadn't finished his drink yet. When he saw Mu Chenfeng getting up and walking out, he hurriedly put down his bowl, but was stopped by Li Xiaoyou.
"Master, you eat what you have. Don't worry about him!" Li Xiaoyou looked at him walking out in confusion, thinking that he was not used to it and didn't think anything of it.
Cursing in her heart, she is such a difficult person to serve! She curled her lips and continued to ask the children and the driver to drink more.
The little guys were also very enthusiastic, and each of them drank almost two large bowls. They seemed to like drinking this kind of breakfast that they had never had before. I don’t know if they were curious or if they really liked it.
When they finished their unprecedented breakfast and walked out, the owner of the room warmly greeted them.
They were a middle-aged couple who made a living by making and selling tofu. When the car entered the village, Li Xiaoyou found this house with her keen sense of smell and bothered them to prepare breakfast for her group.
The folk customs in this village are very simple, so I happily agreed.
"Thank you, this is a small kindness, please do it!" Li Xiaoyou hurriedly took out a few hundred dollar bills from his backpack, which was enough to buy the meal.
In fact, she is very happy. She has not eaten tofu nao for many years. Besides, it is such a pure taste and craftsmanship, so the money is really nothing.
"No, no." The middle-aged couple hurriedly began to shirk.
"Just take it. If you don't accept these, my children will think that everything can be eaten without paying, and you will teach them bad things!" Li Xiaoyou began to persuade.
"No, really no need!" Upon hearing this, the couple shook their heads even more.
"Are you dissatisfied?" Li Xiaoyou hurriedly took out all the money in his wallet.
"No, no, that gentleman just gave it to us!" the couple said with a shy smile. "He gave us a lot of money, enough to buy all the tofu we made today."