Urban Super Food City System

Gan Luo also knows that the taste of food is not for viewing.

But just from the appearance, we know that this dish has not changed much.

Therefore, Gan Luo's temper became like this.

"Okay, I'll taste it first!"

Gan Luo angrily picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful on the plate.

It's just that on the surface, nothing can be seen, but after poking the tofu with a spoon, Gan Luo found something wrong.

However, at this moment, he also found that Wei Suoyu was looking at him with a smile, waiting for his evaluation.

"No soup?"

Gan Luo asked strangely.

If there is no soup for Mapo tofu.

Then the tofu will be cooked very dry and will not taste very tender.

Just relying on this, the 'tender' taste is gone, and naturally it is not the Bawei Mapo Tofu.

"There is soup, you taste it first, we will talk about it later."

However, Wei Suoyu was still full of confidence and greeted him with a smile.

This made Gan Luo more and more strange.

He has already discovered some problems, but Wei Suoyu still looks confident.

This made him very incomprehensible.

However, Gan Luo still didn't get angry, but listened to what Wei wanted, and put the spoonful of tofu into his mouth.

However, the tofu just entered the mouth, just a light sip.

The tofu seemed to come alive, bumping back and forth in Gan Luo's mouth.

After a few strokes, this spoonful of tofu melted by itself, and it was amazingly tender!
Moreover, there is a little soup mixed in the melted tofu.

The soup spilled over the minced meat made of beef and soybeans, and on the root of Gan Luo's teeth and tongue.

It was so hot that Gan Luo breathed out.

Quick movement of the mouth to dissipate the heat in the mouth.

But the spiciness and fragrance of articulateness also wafted out of Gan Luo's mouth at this time, just smelling it, it felt fragrant.

Gan Luo tasted the delicacy and ate the mapo tofu mouthful after mouthful.

While eating, I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

The expression on his face was simply not happy anymore.

"It's really good, it's wonderful."

"Tofu seems to come alive in the mouth. Every bite, it seems to have a different life."

"Each bite will have a different feeling."

Gan Luo praised with satisfaction.

He also didn't mention the lost recipe.

Just at the dining table, I ate slowly, slowly enjoying, and experienced all kinds of Bawei Mapo Tofu.

Such a person who knows that mapo tofu has eight flavors is satisfied with this appearance.

Well those chefs from the Association of Chefs, and those from the Association of Gourmet Foodies.

What would it be like to eat such a dish?
"Mr. Wei, I apologize to you. I didn't believe you had such ability before."

"Now it seems that I underestimated you and underestimated you."

"With your ability, you will definitely make the catering industry shine in the future!"

Gan Luo now looks at Wei Suoyu with admiration.

The distrust from before has all disappeared at this moment.

Moreover, he also promised Wei Suoyu that he would help Wei Suoyu find the lost recipes in the future.

As long as Wei Suoyu promises to invite him to taste the lost dish after researching it, then they will always maintain a cooperative relationship.

Naturally, Wei Suoyu would not refuse this.

He's more than happy to do so.

The study of lost dishes, although it is not just about buying from the system mall.

But Wei Suoyu still has confidence in this aspect.