"That's right. Judge after eating," Ma Cheng also stopped holding back and picked up his chopsticks.
This was the final dish. If he was still holding back, there would be nothing else for him to eat.
Action spoke louder than words. While they were still talking, Zhou Shijie had already reached for the tofu with his chopsticks.
"The tofu is in perfect shape. The shape is maintained despite the tofu's softness," Zhou Shijie nodded while studying the tofu he had picked up.
"The plate is quite interesting as well," Lee Yanyi remarked as well after picking up a piece of tofu.
Normally, as the Mapo Tofu was a dish with a lot of sauce, people would serve it in a bowl to avoid the overflow of sauce.
