Qin Yin looked at the two of them and couldn't help but laugh, then curiously asked, "You're even making noise chewing this tofu, that's impressive, but…"
She turned to Nan Sichen, "How did you make this tofu? It actually tastes like meat. What's in it? And there's a hint of green onion. I always thought tofu had a beany smell before, so I didn't like it, and I haven't made tofu for Nianzhi in years."
"That's why I am malnourished," Nianzhi mumbled while struggling to pick up the tofu with his chopsticks.
"How are you malnourished? I see you're growing plump and healthy," Qin Yin glared at Nianzhi, then picked up a piece of tofu with her chopsticks for his bowl.
"Look at me, I'm already five and still so small, that's malnourishment." Nianzhi pouted as he poked at the tofu wrapped in minced meat and green onions before putting it in his mouth.
