It's a triple explosion of juice, each layer more unexpected than the last, making Hou Yao spin in circles on the spot, wanting to spit it out but unable to bear wasting it, yet it's too hot to handle, leaving him with no choice but to keep inhaling like crazy!
Fang Zhizhong saw things differently.
He pointed speechlessly at Hou Yao, "Oh, Master Hou, you went on and on about being a master chef, things not sticking to the pan, I think you just wanted to jump ahead! Let me see what it's all about."
Fang Zhizhong snatched the chopsticks from Hou Yao's hand and popped a piece of tofu into his mouth.
Explosion! Explosion! Explosion!
Mu Xin watched the two spinning on the spot, "Come on, you two...how can eating tofu turn into a tap dance? Is it really that bizarre?"
He grabbed a piece of tofu and, half-doubtful, put it into his mouth.
And so.
