When the stall owner raised his head again, two people were already seated at the table before the stall: one was that learned Great Mister from earlier, while the other was a rough, chivalrous-looking figure seated beside him.
"Well now... so this scholar did bring a guard after all. How come I didn't see him before? No wonder you dared wander around Du Kui Peak Market at night. But finding some jianghu man with vigorous blood and qi might not necessarily do the trick! Here you go, you two—your Big Bone Tofu Soup!"
As the stall owner spoke, he handed over two filled bowls of Big Bone Tofu Soup. He remained behind the cooking cart, while Ji Yuan and Xiezhi both stood up and reached out to take the bowls.
The bowls were not large, merely ordinary soup bowls, yet each contained several large bones with meat still clinging to them, as well as a whole hefty chunk of firm tofu. The tofu was covered in tiny holes; one glance was enough to tell that it had absorbed the very essence of the broth.
"It smells so good!"
Ji Yuan could not help praising it. Beside him, Xiezhi also sniffed at the contents of his bowl, then scooped up a little firm tofu with a wooden spoon and tasted it. It was savory and fresh, perfectly salted, and warmed his stomach pleasantly as it went down.
Seeing Ji Yuan and Xiezhi's expressions, the stall owner gave another snickering laugh.
"How is it? Not bad, right?"
"Mm, delicious!" "It is indeed quite good. Excellent craftsmanship!"
The shop owner chuckled. Just then, other customers arrived, so he hastily greeted them and had them sit down.
"Big Pig Head, one bowl of tofu soup!" "Me too, one bowl."
"Don't forget mine!"
"Coming right