Director Gao couldn't help but take a bite. He tasted it with a deadpan expression, but his eyes were already welling up with tears.
'Oh, heavens! If you were going to create her, why did you create me?'
Everyone had a taste, and soon, only the fish head remained on the plate, without a single fish bone in sight.
Next was the Wensi Tofu. The block of tofu was perfectly square. Zhu Yun gently tapped the top with a spoon, and it bloomed like a firework, like a brilliant queen of the night flower blossoming in layers. The fineness of the shreds far surpassed Director Gao's.
Usually, after the senses of sight and sound have been so thoroughly impressed by a dish, expectations for the taste become sky-high. This often means something that should be a perfect ten ends up feeling like a seven, a little underwhelming.
