"Alright, you should try it too."
Yang Yuxi elegantly picked up her chopsticks, gently lowering her gaze to her own plate.
Though the dishes on the plate seemed common, each exuded an extraordinary allure—golden tofu resembling exquisite little boxes, irresistibly tempting; Longjing shrimp fresh and elegant, garlic pork fragrant and appetizing, and the tomato egg soup was especially savory and stimulating, its rich aroma alone enough to whet one's appetite.
Yang Yuxi was no stranger to tofu boxes, and when she noticed the clever incision on the tofu, she had already guessed a little—this dish certainly hid secrets.
Indeed.
When she gently lifted the lid of the tofu box with her chopsticks, it revealed the rich filling inside.
Instantly.
An even richer, more tempting aroma spread.
Observing its shape, smelling its aroma.
Yang Yuxi felt this tofu box exceeded all she had tasted before.
