Taking the two heavy branches, Erica gazed at the peculiar crepes, their surfaces covered in countless pockmarks left by air bubbles. She leaned in and sniffed.
The distinct, fresh aroma of sweet potato filled her nostrils, followed by the rich umami of oyster sauce, and finally, the smoky scent of charcoal and a subtle fermented tang.
'So it really is a complex flavor profile!'
She licked her lips and eagerly took a small bite from the top of the sweet potato crepe.
This part had no filling, just the pure sweet potato crepe.
As she bit down, its unique, soft, chewy, and resilient texture made her raise an eyebrow. She'd never imagined a crepe made from sweet potato starch could have such a mouthfeel.
A slight pull could stretch it several inches, and she had to deliberately bite through to tear it off.
"There's less seasoning on that part, so it doesn't have much flavor. You need to eat the bulging middle section."
