Knowing to let the tofu paste sit for an hour before forming it into balls to fry, knowing she liked extra vinegar added—who exactly was this woman before her eyes?

If it weren’t for the fact that the princess was truly gone, she would almost think the person standing before her was the princess!

“Who exactly are you?”

Who are you?

Luo Sheng felt this question was well asked.

After twelve years, having changed bodies, even she couldn’t say clearly who she was.

However, it was quite obvious that with this dish of tofu balls, she had successfully aroused Xiu Yue’s suspicion and no longer needed to worry that the other party would run away at any careless moment.

Luo Sheng didn’t answer the difficult question of “who are you,” but instead asked: “Where do you sell tofu pudding?”

“Right at the alley entrance—” Xiu Yue blurted out, nearly slapping herself.

What on earth was going on? Why couldn’t she help but answer whenever this woman asked a question?

“Then I’ll come find you tomorrow.” Luo Sheng dropped this statement and lifted her foot to walk outside.

Xiu Yue was stunned, then hurriedly caught up: “You, where are you going?”

Luo Sheng looked at Xiu Yue who was like a startled bird and couldn’t help but smile: “It’s too late. I must go back. Your doubts—we’ll talk about them tomorrow.”

Leaving this ordinary residence, Luo Sheng headed straight for the inn.

She couldn’t directly bring Xiu Yue back to the inn. She needed an open and proper reason, and that reason could only be arranged for tomorrow.

Fortunately, with that dish of tofu balls, Xiu Yue would certainly wait for her to appear again.

Just as the four chief maids understood her, how could she not understand them as well?

For them, everything related to her would be kept close to heart, even at the risk of their lives.

Returning to her room, Hong Dou was still fast asleep.

Luo Sheng changed out of her clothes and lightly climbed onto the bed.

Outside the window was silent. Inside the room was only the little maid’s even and long breathing. Luo Sheng’s thoughts involuntarily drifted to the black-clothed man.

Who was this man who had followed Xiu Yue?

Thinking about that hand chop striking toward the back of Xiu Yue’s neck, she could only temporarily reach one conclusion: this person was foe, not friend.

She couldn’t stay long in Nanyang City.

If her younger brother was truly still alive in this world, and Xiu Yue had searched for so many years without news, then it wasn’t something she could find clues to by staying a few days.

The appearance of the black-clothed man was a warning. She must immediately take Xiu Yue to the capital, first establish herself with the identity of the Grand Commander’s daughter, then gradually plot her course—that was the correct path.

This night was extremely difficult for Luo Sheng to endure, so much so that early in the morning came Hong Dou’s startled cry: “Miss, did you not sleep well? Your eyes look like they took two punches—”

Luo Sheng choked and instructed: “Bring a box of powder and rouge.”

After washing up, Luo Sheng walked out of the room with Hong Dou and saw Sheng Sanlang already waiting in the corridor.

As soon as he saw Luo Sheng emerge, Sheng Sanlang immediately showed a smiling face: “Cousin, what do you want to eat this morning? Should we make do at the inn, or go out to eat?”

The three words “go out to eat” were deliberately emphasized by Sheng Sanlang, his foodie intentions displayed without reservation.

Luo Sheng couldn’t help but sigh lightly.

When one was drowsy, someone brought a pillow. Who wouldn’t like such a considerate young man as Sheng Sanlang?

“Let’s go out to eat. I want tofu pudding.”

Hearing that Luo Sheng wanted to go out to eat, Sheng Sanlang breathed a sigh of relief. Walking to the main hall, he inquired of a server: “Little brother, where nearby has good tofu pudding?”

“Tofu pudding? There are several places with good flavors. Madam Wang’s at the bridge is the most fragrant and sweet, Granny Zhao’s on West Street has the most delicate tofu pudding—”

Luo Sheng interrupted the server’s words: “I want to eat savory.”

Savory?

Sheng Sanlang was shocked: “There’s savory tofu pudding?”

Hong Dou looked at Sheng Sanlang with the whites of her eyes, nearly writing the three words “uncultured” on her face: “Young master cousin’s words are amusing. Tofu pudding can only be eaten savory.”

“Says who? Tofu pudding is clearly sweet.” Regarding the sweet versus savory tofu pudding debate, Sheng Sanlang would not compromise to a little maid.

Seeing the two were about to fight, the server risked his life to interject: “There’s only one place in our Nanyang City with savory tofu pudding, right at the Stone Alley entrance on East Street. If you guests don’t know it, just ask anyone about the ugly old woman who sells tofu pudding.”

Luo Sheng frowned slightly.

Ugly old woman? Was this referring to Xiu Yue?

“Cousin, let’s go there. You’ve never eaten savory tofu pudding anyway, so today you can taste what it’s like.”

Sheng Sanlang, who had been at daggers drawn with Hong Dou the moment before, immediately showed a smiling face: “Fine, then today I’ll taste what savory tofu pudding is like.”

Hong Dou at the side curled her lip: “How pitiful, eating fake tofu pudding all these years.”

The server stared at the departing group, nearly unable to resist rushing up to argue.

This was too much! How was sweet tofu pudding fake tofu pudding? Who did sweet tofu pudding offend, huh?

At the Stone Alley entrance on East Street was set up a breakfast stall, which by this time had already gathered quite a few people.

As the only stall in a city full of sweet tofu pudding that sold savory tofu pudding, naturally over the years it had accumulated quite a few regular customers.

“Ugly old woman, did you put too much scallion?”

Xiu Yue came back to her senses and saw that a bowl of tofu pudding with sauce poured over it had scallions nearly overflowing from the top—obviously far more than usual.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Xiu Yue apologized repeatedly.

“Forget it, more scallions make it fragrant to eat.” The regular customer took the tofu pudding and sat on a long bench to the side, slurping away.

Xiu Yue sighed in her heart, but her eyes couldn’t help glancing forward.

That woman from last night said she would come find her today—exactly when would she come?

Originally, being able to distance herself from someone who had discovered her secret, Xiu Yue should be immensely grateful. But last night’s tofu balls had kept her awake all night—the more she thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.

That cooking technique, that tone of speech, those calm yet bright eyes—they were clearly the princess’s.

But the princess was clearly dead!

Xiu Yue felt she was being driven mad and began spacing out again.

A young man’s clear laughter rang out: “Ugly old woman, three bowls of tofu pudding.”

Xiu Yue came back to her senses. She didn’t look at the sunny and handsome young man, but her gaze fell directly on the young lady beside him.

The young lady wore plain clothes, her features calm and composed. She was completely different from last night’s mysterious woman in black, yet she recognized these eyes.

Luo Sheng was also observing Xiu Yue.

Scars like twisted branches covered nearly half her face, making this face completely unrecognizable from its former beauty.

Luo Sheng’s expression remained calm, but her heart surged with waves.

Xiu Yue’s face had actually been disfigured!

“Three bowls of tofu pudding!” Seeing Xiu Yue make no movement, Sheng Sanlang raised his voice and shouted again.

Was this old woman hard of hearing?

“Coming right away.” Xiu Yue quickly prepared three bowls of tofu pudding and handed them over.

The tofu pudding with sauce poured over it trembled slightly, topped with red chili oil and emerald green scallions. The fragrance of vinegar and garlic paste drilled straight into one’s nose.

Sheng Sanlang slurped away and a large bowl of tofu pudding was gone.

Hong Dou, her mouth stuffed with tofu pudding, didn’t forget to ask: “Young master cousin, isn’t savory tofu pudding especially delicious?”

Sheng Sanlang choked and defended: “I don’t think it’s that savory tofu pudding is especially delicious, but that this ugly old woman’s savory tofu pudding is especially delicious.”

These two things were not the same. Hehe, he was truly clever.

Luo Sheng put down her bowl, smiled and nodded: “I think so too.”

Sheng Sanlang’s eyes lit up: “Right? Not all tofu pudding can be made this delicious. This is related to skill and has nothing to do with sweet or savory.”

At the critical moment, his cousin still supported him!

Luo Sheng continued nodding: “Cousin is right. Then let’s take this ugly old woman with us. In the future when we want to eat tofu pudding, we can have her make it anytime.”