"No way! It's been five hundred years already. How could that little shop still exist?"
It felt like quite a coincidence, but the more she thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed. That little shop in Yae Village had never been famous. How could it have lasted for so many years?
If it had truly been passed down from five hundred years ago to the present, then it should count as a major brand, right? How could it still be such a tiny shop?
It had been a tiny storefront five hundred years ago, and it was still a tiny storefront now? After all these years, there hadn't been the slightest change? No matter how she thought about it, it seemed impossible!
"But doesn't the sign say so? A craft passed down for more than five hundred years! It must be that shop. After all, there was only one shop in the village that sold fried tofu back then." Higokumaru pointed at the sign. She completely believed that this shop had been passed down through the centuries.
She wondered whether the fried tofu here had become even tastier after all these years. Times were progressing, after all, so the craft should have kept improving too.
At that thought, Higokumaru could no longer hold herself back and walked straight into the little shop before them.
"Is anyone here? Do you still have any freshly made fried tofu for sale?"
Higokumaru transformed from her little-loli form into a girl. The cute and pretty Higokumaru hurried into the shop and called out impatiently.
Yet after a full minute passed, no one in the shop responded.
"Is no one here?"
Higokumaru looked around curiously, feeling a little disappointed.
"..."
At that moment, Himeko and Sirin followed her inside as well, curiously surveying the