The exquisite cold-dressed tofu skin had already completely conquered everyone's taste buds.
Next, the nanny brought out the second dish.
A colorful dish that looked like some kind of stir-fry was served on a rustic celadon plate. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
"Huh? What's this?"
Song Sisi, looking at the dish she had never seen before, couldn't help but ask curiously.
Without waiting for Elder Li to speak, Ding Aiguo took the initiative to pick up a piece with his chopsticks, brought it to his nose to smell, and smilingly took on the role of "commentator."
"This is Thunder Tofu."
"Thunder Tofu?"
It wasn't just Song Sisi; Li Xu had never heard of it either.
"Doctor Li, Sisi, you mustn't underestimate this dish. This 'Thunder Tofu' is a dish of great skill that requires incredible precision with heat control and ingredients."
