When Tang Fengyue finished washing up and walked into the hall, he smelled a peculiar aroma.
His eyes stopped on a bowl on Tianmiao's table.
It was a bowl of tofu pudding. The white tofu pudding looked extremely tempting, drizzled with bright red chili oil, and garnished with green scallions, the two contrasting colors were striking.
Tang Fengyue instinctively swallowed hard.
As someone from Sichuan, he simply couldn't resist something so spicy and flavorful.
His eyes then moved to a bowl of red oil wontons beside the tofu pudding. This dish, people here seemed to call it wontons, though there was a slight difference. The skin was thin and the filling was abundant, the broth was thick and rich, with a drizzle of red oil, tsk tsk...
At this moment, Sheng Yulin was not up yet. Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu had already taken two seats at Tianmiao's table, leaving one seat vacant.
Xu Lang waved at Tang Fengyue, "Young Hero Tang, come quickly!"
