That evening, the dinner table featured a bowl of big bone soup with frozen tofu, which was cooked with slices of celtuce and wild mushrooms, and just before serving, a bit of shiitake mushroom powder was sprinkled in.
The honeycomb-like frozen tofu fully absorbed the soup; biting into it released a rich broth mixed with the refreshingly fragrant tofu, which rolled smoothly over the tongue and down the throat, yet its surface retained a slight chewiness. Jing Taihe was particularly fond of this texture and kept picking up pieces and stuffing them into his mouth, prompting Zuo Jinxiang to click her tongue lightly.
