Mag raised an eyebrow. This remark sounds familiar… A lot of people had said the similar thing on the Internet, so he had expected to hear it, but he hadn't expected Yabemiya to be the first one to say it.
Smiling, Mag shook his head. "You may find yourself wrong," he said. Disagreement arose already, and among us… He didn't want to argue with his waitress. He seated himself and picked up the savory tofu pudding.
He had chosen the sides according to his taste. On top of the white, tender tofu pudding were orange-red gravy, chopped zha cai, cilantro, green onion, mashed garlic, and some sesame oil. It was still steaming.
He spooned some into his mouth. The tofu pudding was very watery and smooth, and melted with the savory gravy right away.
The fresh sides went great with tofu pudding. After he swallowed, the faint fragrance remained in his mouth.
