"Heaven!"
This was Lei Zhe's first thought as the strains of string music wafted through the air and the scroll of exquisite cuisine unfurled before him.
Suddenly, he soared into the sky.
At the same time, noodles, tofu, and the chewed fragments of dried beancurd melted on his tongue, vanishing into his throat and disappearing without a trace as they dissolved.
Whoosh.
High above, the wind blew.
The string music became clearer, so even Lei Zhe, a Westerner, could easily identify it as a mix of three string instruments: the erhu, pipa, and guqin.
The erhu, with its distant and desolate sound, matched the amazingly elastic tofu noodles.
The pipa, sounding like pearls falling on a jade plate, corresponded perfectly to the dried tofu.
Besides the fragrance of beans, mixed with mashed taro and deep-fried, then sautéed along with the noodles and tofu, the scent of the taro could be described as wave after wave of lingering flavor.
