"What kind of brain is tofu brain? Is it the brain of some kind of monster?"
Ian looked at the tofu puffs in front of him. The square, white and tender tofu puffs were placed in a small bowl. Chopped pickled mustard and other garnishes were spread on top, and a spoonful of orange-red sauce was poured on them. The aroma of the sauce and garnishes was immersed in it. The aroma of cooked beans hits your face, and the aroma is quite attractive.
I just finished eating the steak, and the refreshing bean flavor brought a sense of surprise to people. The white and tender appearance was far from the brain-like appearance in my mind, and it did not cause nausea at all.
"It looks very appetizing, and the aroma is very refreshing. It should taste good." Ian nodded slightly, looked up at the sweet tofu with golden-red sugar juice in front of Bruca, and said with a smile: "Bruka , you are not young anymore, you should eat less sugar, it is not good for your health."
"Master, this is my only hobby. If I can't even eat sweets, I always feel like there will be something missing in my life." Bruca said with a smile, looking at the sweet tofu brain in front of him with a look of surprise on his face.
It is square, white and tender, with a layer of golden-red sugar juice poured on top. It looks like a piece of pure white jade wrapped in amber. When you pick up the bowl, the tofu brain shakes a bit and looks very elastic. It looks like the syrup is still steaming.
The sweet taste of the hot sugar juice was mixed with the aroma of beans. He felt the sweetness in his mouth before eating it. For a person who likes desserts, it looked too tempting.
The two of them picked up a spoon and took a spoonful of tofu into their mouths almost at the same time.
"Yeah! This tastes!" Broca's eyes suddenly widened. The tofu patties wrapped in a layer of sugar juice melted in your mouth. The soft and sweet tofu patties, paired with the sweet sugar juice, were different from the common sticky tofu patties. Thick sugar juice, this golden red sugar juice is sweet but not greasy, and it does not cover up the bean flavor of the tofu curd itself.
Swallow it down your throat with a gurgle, leaving a faint bean aroma in your mouth, a hint of sweetness, and an endless aftertaste.
Bruca has a sweet tooth and has eaten numerous desserts. She always carries a bag of candy in her pocket and eating one in her spare time has become a habit.
When I first followed Ian, I was often too busy to eat, so I would eat a candy when I was hungry. Gradually, I developed a habit. If I didn't eat some candy every day, I would always feel uncomfortable all day long.
Although he had tasted all kinds of desserts, he still fell in love after taking a bite of the sweet tofu cake.
It feels like you have fallen into a delicious trap all of a sudden, surrounded by countless sweet sugar juices. You dive in, roll and taste it wantonly, and enjoy the silky smoothness and sweetness of this moment.
"Sure enough, the taste is surprising!" Ian on the other side looked at the empty spoon in front of him, his face full of surprise.
The white and tender tofu is wrapped in an orange-red sauce, with a little chopped mustard on top. When you put it in your mouth, it melts without chewing. The sweet tofu is perfectly blended with the salty mustard and sauce. Together, all kinds of flavors are raging in the mouth. After swallowing, there is a light bean flavor in the mouth, which is full of refreshing feeling.
After eating the steak, eating this refreshing and delicious salted tofu puff is an indescribable feeling.
The white porcelain spoon made a soft sound when it hit the edge of the bowl, and the two of them fed spoonfuls of tofu puffs into their mouths, one spoonful after another, unable to stop at all.
"Sweet tofu is simply the king of desserts. I have never tasted such a delicious dessert. The taste is incredible! Irresistibly delicious!" Bruca licked up all the sugar juice in the bowl and put down the bowl. His face was full of surprise and satisfaction, as if his life had suddenly been sublimated.
Ian put down the bowl in his hand, looked at Bruca and shook his head: "You should try the salted tofu brain before saying this. Treating tofu brain as a dessert is simply blasphemy against tofu brain. Tofu brain should be a kind of food." Delicious and refreshing snacks, not cloyingly sweet desserts.”
"Master, although I respect you very much, dessert is my belief, and sweet tofu has now completely replaced dessert in my heart. Please don't humiliate it." Bruca looked at Ian with a serious expression. "Furthermore, tofu paté itself has a slightly sweet bean flavor. Adding syrup will bring this sweet flavor to the extreme. I think this is the correct way to open tofu patties, and salty ones are what destroy the deliciousness of tofu patties. .”
"As your boss, I want to correct your wrong belief. Tofu must be eaten salty!" Ian also said sternly with a straight face.
"Sir, although you are the boss, you cannot shake my determination to eat sweet tofu. I am willing to live and die with sweet tofu." Broca looked at death with a look on his face.
Ian stared at Bruca for a while, then put his hand on the table. Bruca suddenly stood up, but the expression on his face still showed no sign of submission.
"Then I'll stick to my position." Ian snorted, got up and walked towards the kitchen.
"I respect your position." Broca breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt that his legs were a little weak. After following the master for decades, this was the first time he opposed the master's intention. Unexpectedly, it was for a bowl of tofu. brain.
"Mai...Boss, right? The steak and salty tofu are delicious, but I still want to discuss one thing with you. Can you sell me a bottle of your wine? I only need one bottle, and the price will be the same as before. Here you go." Ian walked to the kitchen door and looked at Mag and said.
"Sell! I'll sell it!" Mag was roaring in his heart, but looking at Ian, he still smiled and shook his head: "Sorry, wine is not for sale."
"Add another hundred thousand." Ian looked into Mag's eyes.
"Not for sale." Mag shook his head with a smile.
He felt like his heart was bleeding, three hundred thousand copper coins! The cost for him to get a bottle from the system was only a few hundred copper coins. This kind of hugely profitable business was actually killed by the system. It was a serious waste of resources.
"System, how about the reward for our next mission is determined by the brewing method of this red wine. Do it yourself and have enough food and clothing. It's so bad for you to work hard every day." Mag said with a smile in his heart.
"The mission rewards are random, but as long as the host works hard to complete the mission, there is still hope that the brewing method will be rewarded." The system replied.
"You think I'm stupid? If I give you the brewing method, my winery will be built in vain..." A line of small words quickly floated past where Mag didn't pay attention.
"It's interesting. Boss Mai can come to my winery as a guest next time. I'll treat you to a taste of the wine produced by the winery." Ian looked at Mag, with a smile on his face again.
"You're welcome. If you have the chance, I'll definitely bother you." Mag also smiled and nodded. He also wanted to discuss with the old man whether they should hold a lunch auction together.
The lunches of Mr. Buffett on Earth are all auctioned for hundreds of thousands of dollars at a time. Although Mr. Buffett does not trade in stocks, he is no less legendary than the one on Earth. If the news is released, the market price will probably be the same. Very hot.
When someone invites someone to dinner, you have to give him money. Only the old man can think of this way of making money.
Ian and Brooka paid and left, and a large carriage with the emblem of the City Lord's Palace stopped at the door of the restaurant.
