God of Cooking, grilling skewers attracted the fairy beasts

"Uncle Li Heng, it's my turn."

Zhou Xing, who was lined up behind Lu Xiaoxiao, held up a bowl, but all he could see in his eyes was the white tofu.

"Don't worry, there's something for everyone."

Li Heng was talking and distributing it to everyone. Soon everyone was holding a bowl of tofu and gathered around the dining table to eat.

Seeing that others were having such a good time, Li Heng stopped making tofu and scooped up a bowl for himself. He tasted it with some anticipation, wondering if he could still find the taste in his memory.

First use a small spoon to mix the chopped green onion, soy sauce and other ingredients evenly together, then scoop a spoonful into your mouth. There is no strong taste, only a light salty taste and bean aroma.

There is no need to chew. The tender, smooth and soft tofu paste slides directly down the throat and into the stomach. Yes, this is the familiar taste.

"Sell-tofu!"

I seemed to hear a shout in a trance.

Li Heng couldn't help but think of the village where he lived when he was a child. From time to time, there would be one or two uncles or aunties pushing wheelbarrows and walking down the streets selling tofu and tofu bread.

At that time, Li Heng was carefree. He had no homework and no need to worry about life. He was always having fun with a few friends.

Every time I hear this familiar cry, I will pester my mother for a cent or two, just to drink a bowl of tofu nao that I love.

"Ugh."

Now that he had tasted this taste that was engraved in his memory again, but things had changed, Li Heng couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Brother Li Heng, I want more."

Li Heng was not melancholy for long when Lu Xiaoxiao interrupted his memory. The palm-sized bowl of tofu puffs was not enough for her to eat. She finished it in just three or two mouthfuls.

"Okay, for the sake of helping me grind the gypsum powder, I'll reward you with another bowl."

Li Heng agreed happily and immediately served Lu Xiaoxiao a bowl.

"Senior Sister Tie Xin, don't you like to eat tofu? Why did you stop after just one bite?"

Bai Dabao, who was sitting next to Tie Xin, finished his bowl of tofu in two gulps and turned around to find that there was still some left in Tie Xin's bowl, so he asked in a low voice.

If Tie Xin didn't like to eat, Bai Dabao wouldn't mind eating it for her, but his wish soon came true.

"Who says I don't like eating."

Tie Xin seemed to be thinking about something. After Bai Dabao's reminder, she directly raised the bowl in front of him and poured the remaining tofu into her mouth.

"Why do I always feel that the tofu puff made by Uncle Li Heng should be sweet?"

It turns out that Tie Xin was thinking about this problem just now.

"Sweet tofu? Are you kidding? I think tofu should be salty."

Before Bai Dabao could speak, Zhou Xing on the other side stood up first and said.

He fell deeply in love with the taste of this salty tofu puff when he took the first sip. How could anyone think it should be sweet?

"Uncle Li Heng, is this tofu cake really sweet?"

Bai Dabao asked Li Hengdao curiously.

"You are really right. This tofu can be divided into savory and sweet flavors."

Li Heng has been drinking salty tofu pudding since he was a child, and is not impressed by sweet tofu pudding.

So I didn’t ask everyone about their tastes, assuming that they would like salty food just like me.

"Uncle Li Heng, I want to try something sweet, is that okay?"

Although Li Heng just said there was only one bowl per person, Tie Xin asked reluctantly.

"Okay, I didn't ask you about your taste before eating. This is my mistake. Then let you try the sweet tofu."

Li Heng took Tie Xin's bowl, scooped a bowl of tofu into the back, added a spoonful of sugar on top, and handed it to Tie Xin.

"Thank you, uncle."

Tie Xin happily took the bowl and thanked her.

Seeing this, other people also stepped forward to receive a second bowl of tofu nao with different flavors.

"Brother Li Heng, there is also me."

Lu Xiaoxiao, who had already eaten two bowls, was not satisfied. She didn't care at all whether it was sweet or salty. As long as she could have another bowl, she was willing to eat even if it was bitter.

Everyone else gave it, so Li Heng naturally had no reason to deduct Lu Xiaoxiao.

"Well, let me just say, this tofu puff should be sweet, Xueer, don't you think so?"

After taking a bite, Tie Xin said with satisfaction that although the salty tofu puff before was quite delicious, it was a bit inferior compared to this sweet one.

"Yeah, I think Sister Tiexin is right."

Jiang Xueer put down the empty bowl, licked the remaining tofu poutine at the corner of her mouth, and said while reminiscing.

"Haha, you have good taste. You are worthy of being the person who follows me. Even the taste is the same as mine."

Tie Xin hugged Jiang Xueer's waist and teased.

"Nonsense, what's so delicious about this sweet one? I still like salty ones."

The discussion between the two girls was quickly interrupted by a discordant voice, and it was Zhou Xing who spoke.

He also tasted the sweet tofu puff just now, but he still firmly believed that tofu puff should be eaten salty.

"Senior Brother Dan, do you like sweet or salty food?"

After the two argued to no avail, they pointed the finger at Dan Ning, who had never spoken.

"I think the salty one tastes better."

Tan Ning thought both were delicious, and after debating for a while, she finally chose the latter.

"Humph."

The Xian Party's team was filled with one more person, and Zhou Xing snorted at Tie Xin proudly.

"What about you, Dabao? How do you choose?"

Now that the two teams were tied at two to two, Tie Xin asked Bai Dabao, the only one left who had not expressed his position.

"You have to think about it before you talk."

Tie Xin pretended not to care very much and reminded Bai Dabaodao.

"Sweet, choose sweet decisively."

After Bai Dabao heard Tie Xin's reminder, he stood behind Tie Xin without any hesitation.

"Now that we have more people, we, the Sweet Party, are the orthodox ones, you two are the outliers."

Tie Xin mocked.

"Bai Dabao is spineless."

Zhou Xing and Dan Ning silently despised Bai Dabao in their hearts.

"What's the rush? Our little senior sister hasn't spoken yet."

"Little senior sister, what would you choose?"

The five people all looked at Lu Xiaoxiao and asked.

Lu Xiaoxiao was drinking tofu noodle while watching two camps with different flavors fighting each other. Why did she suddenly get involved?

I ate melon on myself, is that okay?

"Let me choose? Of course I like to eat them all."

Well, it’s useless to ask, after all, Lu Xiaoxiao is famous for not being picky about food.

"Uncle Li Heng, you should also choose."

Li Heng was not spared in the end and was drawn into this protracted drama of salty and sweet competition.

"Me? Of course I stand with Xiaoxiao."

Li Heng replied without hesitation.

"yeah!"

Lu Xiaoxiao and Li Heng high-fived each other to celebrate that they had the same opinion.

The dispute between salty and sweet has existed since ancient times. Unexpectedly, Li Heng even traveled to this other world and still couldn't escape.

However, Li Heng always believes that everyone has their own different tastes. Just because you like sweet things, you can't regard those who like salty things as aliens, and vice versa.

If a person obviously doesn't like spicy food, but insists on eating spicy hot pot, and after eating, he blocks the door of other people's stores and curses: "How can you eat it when it's so spicy?", does this kind of person deserve a beating? of?

So just eat whatever flavor you like and ignore others.