When you put it in your mouth, you can taste the crispy stinky tofu and the sound of your teeth hitting each other. You can eat through the fried crispy skin and the inside that is filled with soup.

The fragrance of coriander and the crispness of radish cubes burst on the tip of your tongue, and the chili sauce wrapped in soup and slightly with a hint of marinade is simply unforgettable.

The proprietress put down the long chopsticks that she had been using to pick up stinky tofu in the oil pan, and stood with her hands on her hips, staring at Song Chuyi without blinking.

"Isn't it? It tastes good!"

It is obvious that he is very confident in his work, and exudes a sense of pride that no one else can do it better than him.

"Yeah, it's good."

The stinky tofu just out of the pot was hot and spicy, and the heat steamed directly into Song Chuyi's mouth, but she was reluctant to spit out this extremely delicious thing.

When they returned to the queue, the originally long queue was now very close. You Qu glanced at the paper box that Song Chuyi was holding. The subtle aroma of stinky tofu seemed to come into her nose like a hook. She swallowed her saliva imperceptibly and said nothing.

"Then Grandpa and Grandma Hua have already taken their seats, and are just waiting for us to order something delicious to eat."

You Qu raised his hand and pointed at a large table not far away. The wooden table was probably covered with a layer of grease that was visible without touching it because it had been used for a long time.

Perhaps in order to save costs and to be able to clean the tables faster, the store did not leave the tables exposed, but instead covered them with plastic bags.

From the cleaning actions on other tables, it can be seen that they simply collected the iron plates with fried skewers on the table, and the remaining food scraps were tied into a knot with a corner of the plastic bag and thrown directly into the trash can.

The brand new table was cleaned up in this way, which was both convenient and quick.

"Do you want to eat?"

Song Chuyi had almost eaten most of the stinky tofu in his hand when he suddenly remembered that there was a friend standing next to him.

You Qu, who had been tempted by her all the time, could no longer bear it. He threw away the belief of losing weight in his head and said a few words that were contrary to his heart.

But he couldn't suppress his instinct. His thoughts were faster than his body, and before he could finish his words, his body reached out to take it.

Youqu: Who knows how mouth-watering it is to watch a food show in person, not to mention that it stimulates your sense of smell, hearing, and vision at the same time? ?(?????д?????? ?)?

"Hey, you know what, this tastes pretty good."

Youqu was multitasking as he ate his stinky tofu while looking at the people lining up in front of him. There were only one or two people in line now, and it was obvious that if they waited a little longer, it would soon be their turn.

In fact, the two old men had simply filled their stomachs before setting off, and they came here just to try something new and experience the flavor.

After all, this fried skewers restaurant is a local specialty. It would be a pity if we don't try it once. But considering the old man's fragile stomach, we have no choice but to do this.

Tufan and Wen Chen also went to buy other snacks like Song Chuyi. Perhaps these were popular foods, so at this time, they had not been seen yet.

Fortunately, technology is advanced now, and we have mobile phones. As long as there is an Internet connection, we can keep in touch no matter where we are. Otherwise, Youqu and the other person, whose turn it was, would be completely in the dark and would have placed orders based purely on their own guesswork.

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