Cloud Brocade Building, inside a private room.
Shortly after, the table gained five signature dishes.
As it was a meal for two, they were served in small portions.
Both the tableware and the dishes were exquisite.
Jing Yu said, "A century-old shop with skills passed down from our ancestors, shall we give them a try?"
Tang Shu's stomach was empty, and the fragrant scent entering her nose brought a wave of hunger.
She picked up a spare bamboo skewer and poked it into a plate of grilled tofu in front of her, dipping it lightly into three condiments on the side before putting it in her mouth.
The grilled tofu, each about an inch square, was small and delicate, and tasted fluffy and palatable with the condiments.
"Fresh, fragrant, salty, and spicy, with a crispy outer skin, it indeed deserves the title of a specialty."
As Tang Shu tasted each dish one by one, she found that Cloud Brocade Building truly had a solid reputation, with each dish having its own unique flavor.
