"Indeed, thinking about it carefully, that makes sense."
"Such thin tofu threads, once you drink them, it's just like water, isn't it?"
"I still prefer eating chunks; you can savor the smooth texture and the aroma of tofu."
"Great Xia people just love showing off, all flashy and impractical."
"What a waste of ingredients!"
They imagined in their minds replacing the tofu in the spicy tofu stone pot soup with those thin tofu threads; it might turn directly into a mush of tofu dregs, completely losing any texture, just thinking about it seems unappetizing.
Tofu is best eaten in chunks!
Lin Chen finished cutting the last box of tofu and put it into the pot; finally, he stopped his mechanical actions, shook his stiff and sore hands, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He reignited the flame; there was no need to boil the water, as that would cause the tofu threads to crumble, but he had to heat the temperature above eighty degrees, which is when bubbles start to appear.
