Chapter 123: Which Flavor Is Authentic?
Chapter 123: Which Flavor Is Authentic?
The tofu pudding was steaming in two white bowls.
Krassu’s eyes lit up, gazing at the bowl before him.
Faint fragrance tickled his nose. Soybeans?
The square food was very white, with golden-red syrup. Together, they looked like a piece of white jade enclosed in amber. Elastic, it had shaken a little when Mag put it down. Krassu was amazed.
The sweet smell of the syrup was enough to make his mouth water. It was too tempting for a person who had a sweet tooth to resist.
Urien twisted his mouth. Yuck, too much sugar. Then he dropped his gaze to the bowl before him. His face lit up.
His tofu pudding was accompanied by various sides and orange-red gravy. It smelled really delicious.
Looks appetizing. It should be good, Urien thought expectantly.
They spooned some into their mouths almost at the same time.
Mag, Amy, and Yabemiya stood silent, staring at the two old men, wondering which flavor they would prefer.
Krassu’s eyes went wide. This taste… The tofu pudding covered by syrup melted in his mouth instantly. The tofu pudding was very soft; the syrup was sweet but thin, and didn’t hide the taste of tofu pudding.
After he swallowed, the fragrance and sweetness lingered in his mouth.
Krassu took a look at Mag, wondering, It should be made from soybeans, but how did soybeans become so tender? I don’t even need to chew it. It’s so soft and watery! This syrup is sweet, but not too sweet. It’s very tasty. He couldn’t stop eating it.
Urien was shocked, staring at the empty spoon in his hand. How can anything be this good?!
The soft, tender tofu pudding and the tasty gravy and chopped zha cai blended perfectly together, stimulating his taste buds and making them cheer and dance. The pleasant taste remained on his tongue after he swallowed.
Krassu had known Mag to be a great cook, so the tofu pudding didn’t surprise him as much as it did Urien. The latter hadn’t eaten anything cooked by Mag until now. He really loved the shock the food brought to him. He spooned some more into his mouth, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
Mag also smiled. Looks like they like it. He felt good when his food put a genuine smile on his customer’s face.
“Ding!”
“Ding!”
Krassu and Urien finished their tofu pudding almost simultaneously. They looked at their empty bowls, unsatisfied.
Urien put down the spoon. “I’d like a second bowl of savory tofu pudding, please. It’s unbelievable!” he said to Mag, excited.
“The sweet one is the best!” Krassu said, looking askance at Urien. Then, he turned to Mag. “Mag, may I have a second bowl of sweet tofu pudding? I’ll pay. Just name the price.”
“Sweet food is for children. Grow up, old man!” Urien said, contempt in his eyes.
“Tofu pudding goes great with syrup. You’ll never know the sweet feeling when it slides down the throat. You heretic, you should be burnt at the stake!” Krassu said angrily, glaring at Urien, his staff glowing red at the top.
“I’m a heretic? You’re a heretic! The authentic tofu pudding is savory. You can’t even imagine how good it tastes with the gravy and various sides!” Urien said loudly. Frost appeared from under his feet again, temperature dropping around him.
Mag screwed up his face as he watched the two furious magic casters. “Sorry. I didn’t plan on selling it today, so there’s no more tofu pudding left.” They had kicked off the fight between the sweet tofu pudding people and the savory tofu pudding ones in this world.
They had come here for Amy, but the tofu pudding managed to attract their attention. In his past life, people had argued over which flavor was authentic using keyboards. They would never literally fight with each other over this disagreement.
However, Krassu and Urien were now ready to fight for their own beliefs.
“I like… the sweet one,” Yabemiya murmured, her voice barely audible so that no one heard but herself.
Amy didn’t understand their fury. They’re both very delicious. Why do they have to quarrel?
Krassu and Urien became disappointed, and exchanged an angry glance.
The tofu pudding ignited the fuse of their anger.
Krassu rose to his feet. “Urien, you heretic! I’ve been putting up with you for too long. Let’s fight! I’ll smash your head!” he said furiously, leaning on his staff, glowering at Urien.
Urien rose from his table too. “I’m not afraid of you, Krassu. I’ll freeze you in ice and feed you to the fishes!” he replied in a hoarse voice, his face grim.
“Are you fighting over which flavor is better?” Amy asked curiously.
Then she clapped her hands after pausing a moment. “What’re you waiting for? Just don’t fight in the restaurant.”