Chapter 24 – Tofu Like Jade

It was a long time before Fan Xian calmed down, the cold sweat on his body pressing his clothes to his body.

He retrieved the slender dagger from the assassin’s shoulder, and the sound of the blade separating from flesh and bone was so horrifying that it made him freeze, unloading the small, insidious, concealed crossbow in the dead assassin’s sleeve again.

The slender dagger was coated in black to avoid reflections, but Fan Xian knew that the black paint that Teacher Fei Jie had personally formulated was not only poisonous inside, but also contained a drug that could amplify the pain of injured humans. He carefully inserted the slender dagger into the sheath made of hard camel elephant skin, glanced at the assassin’s corpse lying on the bed and the feet of Old Ha, the food delivery man, under the bed, and then turned to leave.

Pushing open the door to his room, the blind man, Wuzhu, was standing quietly at the corner of the stairs, and his voice came through: “What if no carriage comes?”

Fan Xian lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, finally overcoming that horrible feeling that comes with killing someone for the first time, and raised his head with his signature smile, “I’ll spend the whole time with him, then wait for you to come.”

Still going down the back wall, the training of climbing the cliffs outside of Tanyuu Harbor finally worked today. Fan Xian landed with both feet on the ground and walked forward, knowing that Five Bamboos would surely leave him, and when he would appear again if he was ever in danger again.

Walking through the vegetable market, surrounded by people, he remained silent, but his right hand, which hung by his thigh, trembled slightly.

Dragging his heavy feet to one end of the food court, he stopped in front of a stall. It was a tofu stall, and the stallholder was a woman in her twenties with a soft face, wearing an apron and white hands.

“Sister Dong’er.” Fan Xian smiled and greeted her, this was precisely the eldest maid Dong’er who he drove out of the Earl’s other mansion, back then when he was very young, Fan Xian often relied on her arms to sleep, the relationship had always been very good, after Dong’er went out of the mansion, she set up a tofu stall in the vegetable market, so Fan Xian often came here to buy tofu to go home.

When Dong’er saw that it was him coming, a gentle smile appeared on her face and led him in, “Young master, what brings you here?”

Sitting on a small bench, with another resident coming to buy tofu, Dong’er looked at him twice with some difficulty.

Fan Xian nodded and told her to look after the business first, then turned back to find a crib at the back of the stall, and on the bed sat a little girl of two or three years old, her cheeks flushed, stretching out her clumsy hands to play with the little bell tied in front of the bed.

Fan Xian reached out and carried the little girl out, teasing her. Dong’er turned around and saw it, and rushed up to receive it in her arms, complaining, “Don’t get your clothes dirty, you’ll have to let the girls wash them again.”

Fan Xian heatedly smiled and said, “Sister Dong’er, when I was as big as your daughter, you didn’t hug me every day.”

Dong’er smiled and said, “My great young master, how do you compare yourself to us underlings.” It was somewhat strange that Dong’er was the one who was mercilessly kicked out of the Earl’s Alibi Mansion by Fan Xian just because she tasted the saltiness before Fan Xian at dinner, but listening to the tone of her voice, she didn’t seem to hold much of a grudge against the little boy.

Fan Xian scratched his head, not knowing what to say. Dong’er seemed to see that he was in a bad mood, so she teased her own daughter and shouted, “Call the little young master, the little …… young …… master …… ”

“Call me little uncle.” Fan Xian insisted.

After sitting in the tofu stall for a long time, watching Dong’er cut the tofu, weigh the tofu, wrap the tofu in paper, and tease the little girl beside him to call out to her little uncle, after a long, long time, Fan Xian finally drove away the trace of gloom in his heart, and stood up to say goodbye to Dong’er.

Dong’er said with some difficulty, “I don’t have anything good to eat here for you to come here.”

Fan Xian laughed, “Sister Dong’er, could it be that I’m still short on food?”

“That’s true.” Dong’er covered her mouth and laughed, the young woman’s shyness all on display as she suddenly said, “Thank you young master for buying these things for little girl.”

Fan Xian smiled and shook his head, “As long as you don’t blame me for kicking you out of the Earl’s Alias.”

Dong’er smiled and didn’t say anything, she trusted this not so big little boy in front of her, although she was very confused as to why he was angry at dinner that day, she knew that the other party must not have done it on purpose, what’s more, after she had left the mansion, the young master had often sneaked some silver money over to her, and later on, after she married, the family of three lived quite comfortably, and she had come out to set up a tofu stall, largely because she knew that this would make it easier for the The young master, a small child, came to see himself.

Fan Xian waved his hand and said goodbye to Dong’er, and after he walked out of the vegetable market, he looked back and saw that the soft and lovely woman was carrying the little girl on her back and cutting tofu in the water, and her body, which was leaning forward slightly, was still so slim and voluptuous, with no traces of age, just as she had been ten years ago, when she was holding herself in her arms.

Fan Xian used the excuse of kicking Dong’er out of the mansion because she was his personal maid, and if anything happened to him, she would be very insecure.

In Fan Xian’s “childhood”, he liked his personal maid the most, liked to rely on her, and even often fantasized about how he could be when he grew up – but he forgot a very crucial point, when he slowly grew up, Dong’er was also growing up. is also growing up day by day, this year he is twelve years old, while Dong’er is already in her twenties.

The story of Baoyu and Qingwen seems to have to be told halfway.

“You were born before I was born, but I was born when you were already old. Jun hates that I was born late, I hate that Jun was born early. I hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. I hate that I was not born at the same time, and that I am good with you every day.”

On one side, he fantasized about how much Dong’er loved him, and on the other side, he hummed a tune and went back to the Earl’s Mansion, trying to convince himself that he had already forgotten about the two pairs of dead fish eyes staring at him side by side with the assassin and the old ha.

Because he had eaten a meal of bamboo artemisia mixed with “cat button” poison at noon, and then broke a man’s neck in the afternoon, Fan Xian’s appetite had become extremely poor, and he just casually shaved a little bit off his dinner before leaving the bowl and going back to his bedroom.

At nightfall, however, he was a bit hungry, and came to the kitchen alone with an oil lamp, making his way silently without alerting any of the servants.

Into the kitchen, he cleanly washed a fish, kitchen knife in his hands like a bird flying, a moment of work will be scaled and disemboweled, and with five bamboo forced out of the shredded radish cut some shredded ginger, the kitchen knife fell on the plate, did not make a sound, and then in the ginger shredded in a small dish blended with some vinegar.

Make a fire and boil water to steam the fish fat.

Crouching on the ground looking at the side of the stove, looking at the slowly rising steam, Fan Xian suddenly thought of a somewhat funny thing: Fei Jie teacher and Uncle Wu Zhu because of his mother’s reasons are teaching himself to kill people and how to avoid being killed by people’s skills, but objectively, but incidentally, but also taught himself how to be a good doctor, as well as to be a successful cook.