Jiang Zuo wasn't paying much attention to Su Qi and the others.
Let them guess. There was no evidence, anyway.
Of course, Jiang Zuo went over to the Tofu Boss. The kitchen had no restrictions, so he walked right in.
Once inside, Jiang Zuo saw the middle-aged man from before frying stinky tofu.
The stinky tofu here wasn't the same as what you'd find outside. There was a fundamental difference.
The tofu itself contained a faint Spiritual Qi. It had to be made from a Spirit Plant.
The Tofu Boss glanced at Jiang Zuo. "You're that little gal Su Qi's husband?"
Jiang Zuo nodded. "I am."
The Tofu Boss said as he worked, "The two of them used to come here once or twice during the sacrificial rites. What they talked about was almost always you. You could say I watched them grow up. A young man ought to cherish the one he has."
Jiang Zuo nodded again. "I know. I will cherish her. I definitely won't leave myself with any regrets."
