There Is No Tofu In Danzhou Today

In the early morning, Danzhou was silent. Near the Count's manor, in particular, there was not any extra noise. Danzhou was not very big. It was even possible to faintly hear the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs out in the country while living in the city. If one truly listened intently, one could possibly even hear which family was emptying out their chamber pots and which family was boiling water to start breakfast. In the distance, the market had long awoken and was using fresh vegetables and meat to draw in the women in charge of their kitchens.

In the summer morning, the air was fresh. Fan Xian and Sisi walked along the quiet streets and came to the side of the familiar market.

He smelled the stronger and stronger scent in the air and nodded his head with satisfaction. "I haven't come to such places in the past two years."

Sisi glanced at him, thinking, As the imperial envoy, naturally, you had no chance to buy groceries.