This mysterious tofu pudding, a kind of tofu pudding Zhao Ming had never seen, when stirred, revealed a soup in the bowl that wrapped around only a small amount of white tofu flowers.
More of it was various kinds of ingredients.
When the first bite entered his mouth, the tip of the tongue first touched the slightly sweet spiciness, but unlike the intense flavor of rabbit heads, this taste was spicy without being harsh, and numbing without being bitter.
Hardly did he feel the silkiness of the tofu flowers, only noticed the fragrant soup sliding down his throat into his stomach, leaving only various ingredients in his mouth.
Slowly chewing.
The crispy meat bits softened slightly from soaking, but beneath the soft skin remained a crispy outer shell, the peanuts were crunchy and chewy, the pickled mustard greens were savory and refreshing, and the beef bits were not only chewy but also richly flavored.
The more he ate these diverse ingredients, the more enjoyable it became.
