Morning - Take a walk

"Shehu...Lone, oh!" Tohu heard the soft, silver-like sound, and looked up in surprise. He caught a glimpse of a beautiful face with beautifully shaped eyes, eyebrows, nose, and mouth. The place he saw was the front room of a small house on the ground floor of a small house in the Cantonment district.

The young woman was no older than twenty, lively, bright, and cheerful, like the sun shining in the clear, cool spring water. The one who went was Tohu himself. | She called out brightly, but she didn't get a single glance. She was lovely.

The tofu man stared at that beautiful face for a moment, then stood there without putting down his load.

In that moment, as if he had seen her in a dream, as if he had seen her in a past life. As if they were relatives. A kind of familiarity and friendship spontaneously awakened in Tohu's heart. He didn't know if it was because of her cheerful demeanor.

With the young woman were three women who looked like they were playing cards. Among the three, a tall, fair-skinned woman, holding a set of playing cards in her hand, stared at Tohu. Tohu only looked at her once, concentrating only on the smiling face of the first girl, and asked, "Are you calling me?"

"I'm calling you, come."

The tofu maker put down his load, wiped the plates with a clean cloth, and was about to roll the tofu. The young woman

"Four cups for two cents each. Oh...the tofu is so moustache-like."

He said.

"It wasn't planted, sir. It grew on its own. Milk and tofu are also made with your lips."

He corrected himself as he said that.

The big man looked at the perfect proportions of the Tofu man's waist, chest, and hips. He stared at it thoughtfully. The young woman watched the way the Tofu man's long fingers moved.

Who could look at such long fingers and such a tofu man and not think?

The tofu seller went to give the bowls of tofu, but the tall, slender woman laughed, not knowing what to say. The young woman who had called for two bowls of tofu took them, and her fingers touched the tofu. In the tofu seller's mind, he thought that the young woman's fingers had a certain power and strength. The young woman didn't seem to care much about the tofu anymore.

When eating tofu

"Is this a type of tofu? Good heavens."

Someone said, and a woman who was eating with pleasure said,

"Yes, just one"

He supported it.

"There are nine kinds of tofu."

"Longyi Pauk Hla said."

Then they ordered four more plates.

He seemed quite satisfied with the fact that he could sell tofu for a single dollar in one place.

The next day, the tofu seller returned and found neither the women nor the young woman. He found only a large, beautiful woman, so he sold her for two cents.

Tohu wanted to ask about the young woman he had called yesterday, but he couldn't find the words to say so he had to refrain from asking. The young woman could not leave Tohu's eyes. The vision had become firmly established in his eyes. So Tohu had to try to reach the life of the cloth.

The woman who had always seen the tall, plump man who had bought and eaten tofu in that house, wearing a blazer, hat, and Mandalay longyi, did not notice the figure of tofu in the form of a cloth child. Behind him was a kulikula carrying a cloth box.

One day, thinking that he might hear something about the young woman who had been haunting his eyes, he ventured into the house and met the landlady. The woman looked at him and said, "I don't think you remember me," and smiled. The woman was about the same age as his sister.

"Retirement is over. Aw...that was tofu once before."

He said a few words and smiled.

"Yes. Now I sell clothes. Just like that, people learn through experience. I came here to show that there are different kinds of clothes that are suitable for women."

He said, placing the box on the camel's head and began to open it.

When you see the fabrics

"If it's cheap and fast, bro. How much tofu is worth? How can you buy and sell clothes like that?"

“It’s just a test of the soil, Ma’am. At first, I didn’t understand Yangon and didn’t know the way around. So that the money I brought to the school wouldn’t be spent, I could do the lowest job in Yangon while trying to find a way around. When I do the lowest job, my status is low, Ma’am. When I’m low, everything is low.”

"So, I'm from another city."

"That's right. It's from the forest."

"Which city?" he asked, sitting down and looking at the clothes.

“I am from Thayet. I have no parents, my relatives are Persian, my city is small, I don’t see a way to prosper in a small town, so I left the big city with the little money I earned after working as a poor coolie and moving to the big city.”

Bo Kun was a man of stately appearance and a man who spoke with great poise, especially to the pity of older women. The landlady often looked at his face with kind eyes, rather than at his clothes.

Bo Kun looked at the quietness of the house and wondered if this woman was the owner, or perhaps a relative of the owner, or a young woman.

"When I first started selling tofu, the house was packed. I thought there were a lot of people who could buy it, so I came in. Now, do you need me alone?"

"Yes, father and son and a servant."

"Where do the women live in the past? I want to show you some clothes. I have clothes that will suit the little girls who call me Long-A. Sister, these are the last ones."