Chapter 487: Fighting Ghosts in the Household
“These foxes don’t talk at all!”
“They’re just ordinary wild foxes from the mountains,” Song You replied casually. “If they could talk, that would make them fox demons.”
“Then can they play the qin?”
“If they can’t even talk, they definitely can’t play the qin.”
“They’re not very smart!”
“How could they compare to you, Lady Calico?”
“Do they at least play with their own tails?”
“You should ask them yourself.”
At that moment, the two of them—one tall and one small—were sitting at a roadside stall. On the table before them were two bowls of vibrant green tofu, each with a wooden spoon. A swallow perched on the edge of the table, standing nearby.
The vendor at the stall continued calling out loudly, “Greeeeen leaaaaf tofu[1]...”
The first two words were drawn out in a high-pitched tone, while the last two were spoken sharply and crisply. The call was rhythmic, distinct, and full of character—an example of a street vendor’s wisdom in attracting customers.