In less than three minutes, Old Qin devoured the entire plate of fried tofu skin rolls, not even leaving a drop of the two dipping sauces.
The plate was so clean it could be used as a mirror.
Old Qin closed his eyes, savoring the taste carefully.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, filled with light and laughter, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But as he looked down at the empty plate, his eyes dimmed slightly,
and he suddenly felt a tiny pang of disappointment.
If he couldn't eat such fried tofu skin rolls in the future, wouldn't life be rather dull?
"Boss Huang, thank you for the treat!"
Old Qin stood up slowly and solemnly thanked Huang Tao, who was busy in the kitchen.
Hearing this, Huang Tao was taken aback for a moment, then looked up with a smile and said, "You're welcome, I invited you here just for a taste test."
