By the time she got to the last two pieces of moldy tofu, after dipping them in the seasoning, An Jing didn't put them into the earthenware jar but into a bowl instead.
Then, she picked up a piece of the moldy tofu from the bowl with her chopsticks and cheerfully offered it to Xiao Changyi, "Try this."
Xiao Changyi naturally opened his mouth and ate the moldy tofu from An Jing's chopsticks.
"How is it?" An Jing asked.
"The taste... is a bit strange," Xiao Changyi said after carefully tasting it. "But, it's quite delicious and should go well with rice."
