Fu Zhen walked towards the tofu shop.
The street was already very quiet.
The lantern hanging under the thatched shed illuminated a large area, and fortunately, Pei Zhan had not left yet by the table under the lantern.
She quickened her pace to the table, and before she could greet him, she smelled a strong scent of alcohol.
On the table where the tofu pudding should have been placed, there was a jar of wine. Pei Zhan sat still, holding a cup as if he had turned into a statue.
Since when did the tofu shop start selling alcohol? She didn't know.
Guo Song and the others were not around, not sure where they'd gone.
Fu Zhen sat down by the table, looked at Pei Zhan for a while, and shook his shoulder.
Pei Zhan raised his head, "Why are you shaking me?"
"I wanted to see if you were drunk."
"I'm not drunk."
Fu Zhen looked at the empty wine jar on the ground, "Even if I hadn't come, it wasn't worth you drinking so much."
