The table was littered with eggshells and torn foil.
Everyone tasted Tiqie Helinai's "Sticky Rice Egg."
Xingping Chuangzhen felt his heart shake for the second time today, still holding an eggshell in his hand. His tongue chased the lingering taste in his mouth, and he murmured, "Such exquisite cooking, perfect, flawless, in every aspect, the heat, the seasoning, no matter the angle, you can't find any flaws!"
"These two people are so strong!"
He turned his head to look at the empty clay pot.
This "Transformed Raw Egg Rice Bowl" had been divided and devoured by them shortly after being served.
The culinary styles of Xia Yu and Tiqie Helinai took on an almost three-dimensional form in Xingping Chuangzhen's mind.
One was "exquisite," "flawless"!
The other was the freely imaginative "fantasy"!
Tasting Tiqie Helinai's food was like walking through an art gallery.
But what shocked Xingping Chuangzhen the most was the imagination Xia Yu imparted into the dish.
