"What is this taste?" Lu Xian stared at the ordinary looking tofu pudding in his bowl.
"Has my sense of taste deteriorated so fast?" Lu Xian tasted another mouthful of tofu pudding.
This time, he had it with the sauce.
The tofu pudding served by Yuan Zhou was square-shaped. He had taken the first mouthful from the corner of the square, and now, he took another piece off the tofu pudding.
For other tofu puddings, if it could be picked up with chopsticks, it would signify that the tofu pudding was not tender and smooth enough. Yet if they could be picked up with chopsticks, it signified that the tofu pudding was too mushy. Both of these were not good tofu puddings.
Lu Xian was naturally aware that Yuan Zhou was capable of making a tofu pudding that was tender yet still could be picked up with chopsticks. Otherwise, his reputation would have been for nothing.
