Yan Xiaoxi heard Uncle Zhang's voice and turned to look at him, "Uncle Zhang, where did you buy your tofu? It's so delicious."
Uncle Zhang replied, "We made it ourselves."
Yan Xiaoxi said, "No wonder it tastes so good. In Hong Kong, I haven't tasted tofu this good."
As the words fell, she felt something was off with what she said.
Eating tofu!
I've had tofu this good before!
She looked in Jin Bo's direction, her face unknowingly turning red.
Jin Bo said, "I'm not tofu."
Yan Xiaoxi muttered softly, "Tofu is white and tender, are you?"
Jin Bo looked at Yan Xiaoxi, "Then you are."
Yan Xiaoxi, "..."
Jin Bo looked at Uncle Zhang, "I'll have another bowl."
Uncle Zhang chuckled and quickly went to serve another bowl.
In no time, he brought over another bowl of fresh tofu pudding and placed it in front of Jin Bo.
Jin Bo murmured a low "Thanks," and sat there eating tofu pudding.
Yan Xiaoxi glanced at him and thought about what he had just said.
