Su Ziyan turned her head to look at Qin Yu and smiled, "Qin Yu, tell Weiwei, isn't this braised pork made from tofu?"
Qin Yu honestly said, "Yes, this is indeed braised pork made from tofu."
"Brother-in-law, even if you have bronchitis, do you have to be so spineless? We're not even married yet, and you're already calling tofu as meat. What's my cousin going to do after getting married—ascend to heaven? Sometimes, you really can't spoil a woman too much!"
Qin Yu's face darkened.
"Weiwei, it's not a matter of spoiling or not. This is really tofu. Ordinary people can't separate the tofu, but I can."
After finishing his words, Qin Yu picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it on the small dish in front of him. He silently cultivated his energy with his cultivation technique, infusing True Yuan into the chopsticks.
Zila, Zila, a large array of electric light burst out from the chopsticks!
