Obviously, Xian Kui did not really understand why foxes were associated with fried tofu.
As Xiao Cui busied herself eating, she began explaining, "In Japan, people have always believed that foxes like fried tofu."
Nagashima Koki nodded along with Xiao Cui. "They like fried tofu, but not green peppers."
"..." There was no such saying, was there?!
Cong Yu glanced at the troublemaking Nagashima Koki. Without saying anything, he silently clenched his hands into fists and raised them beside Nagashima Koki's head.
His index knuckles were aimed at Nagashima Koki's temples.
That familiar gesture instantly triggered Nagashima Koki. With a "Woaah," she stiffly collapsed on the spot... into Cong Yu's arms.
But Cong Yu had not even started yet.
Did that count as a no-contact accident, or was she faking it for compensation?
As Cong Yu thought that, Xiao Cui continued explaining, "People in the past believed that foxes were the messengers and incarnations of Inari."
"And according to tradition, fried tofu had to be offered when worshipping Inari... which was how fried tofu became associated with foxes."
Xian Kui nodded to show that she understood, then sat down on a nearby bench.
Lantian Zhu had already eaten and drunk her fill. She looked at the bench beneath her, then at the vending machine not far away.
"This place..."
As she spoke, Lantian Zhu suddenly remembered something and looked around. "The reconstruction is remarkably faithful."
Just as Lantian Zhu said, she and Cong Yu had been here before... and the reconstruction really was remarkably faithful.
The same benches, the same coast, the same vending machines.
In response to Lantian Zhu's words, Cong Yu pointed toward the vending machine. "Maybe we can even buy the same spinach juice..."
Last time, Lantian Zhu had wanted spinach juice.
He had heard it tasted